The Fire Within You

Go, find yourself

Why are you despondent?

Go, even time is

Looking for you to be respondent.

The chains that cuff you

Don't think them as your clothes,

Melt these chains

And make them your weapon of oaths.

When your character is pure

Why you are in such a state?

The sinners don't have the right,

To assume or comment on your fate.

Burn and incinerate

The web of atrocity around you,

You aren't the holy flame of worship

But a fire of anger and virtue.