Empty soul of the night you come upon me in the light. Declaring your ways of good and evil it makes my insides confused and feeble. Brightness shining through the soul appears to people to make me whole. Seeping anger all around my heart pumps a thudding sound. It rises up and then goes down until it’s ready for another round. Justice sits on the other side voicing itself in all its pride. It gives clarity to the right and wrong partnering with anger to make a song. It stirs inside me a voice of power breaking the bar of norms. Chains melt and people cry as they walk out of the plague of lies. Others condemn and say there’s no way, this should never be preached, go away. A lack of understanding is division between the souls, the work of the beast as he unfolds. A preaching from love and soundness of mind, fullness of spirit as one abides. Yet maybe anger disintegrating love is the trouble within my core. A miry clay winding in my soul until I throw it up and it sounds like scold. Should boldness be lacked inside a man preaching the Gospel from land to land? Meaning and virtue must be rekindled to uplift society in the middle. Gather the sticks and branches you see, light them on fire and one flame we’ll be. What after all, separates you from me?