The flame of the soul is all-consuming
The soul which sings to that ode
The soul that grows with the might that is booming.

Those who stray in search of an abode
They imply that the quest found those of unfeigned
Is the calling of societies who claim to be that of the showed.

They prey on those who look like the blind
While inflaming the lies of the land
Thus, the soul is engulfed in their designs.

The engulfed soul finds wrath and is branded
Fed by lies, it turns on its brothers
Thus, enflaming more souls in an unforgettable reman.

The brilliant bright entity of the soul should not be smother
For there is no other.

By MID