If seed had not upraised its head from dark and dismal earthly bed, in Space, lit by the rays of Sun, foliage and fruit would have never won.

To Negation life is bent at start, at close avowal must be its part. It is death news if unaware, and God's existence won't declare.

Though odd and strange the matter sounds, but who can't cross Negations's bounds must rest assured, his death is near, naught can save him from blight and sear.