ASCENT OF THE SOUL

They sing through ancient cons Caged by limbs and torsos They bleed not They eat not They desire nothing But the spirit of the true child Though cowardly flesh Commands them otherwise Cages them by ignorance By wickedness and loath On the day of ascent The souls won't bear the blemish Forged by flickering fallible flesh The fire will purify them According to how they sang The songs of protest When the cage of sin came