Recite in the name of a god treasures buried,

Uncovered by storms of powerful voices,

In penitent faith plead before almighty God,

Choice verses hid deep without mercies.

They go in sleepy trance to each doom feast,

Press by drum beat through arts hidden deep,

Dress perfumed, but not all fragrantly sweet,

Carry the simple grace in their flowing robe.

Lonelier they march to where they will die,

None that go that way will return again,

To kiss soft cheeks and say a tender goodbye,

To friends and sorrowful hearts hung in pain.

Recite in the name of god magic web of deceit,

Flash into splinters of religious pandemonium,

Hypocrisy glitter and hide the galaxy of intrigue,  

Ambush nation’s philosophy and revered dream.

Meagre lamps filled with oil burring in the cold,

Within the human brain feelings only know,

The religion it tells, while the rest of the world,

In temples and houses cannot believe it to be so.

The adulteration from deeper cause not found,

Evil deeds manifest without giving a second look,

They strike grief with conscience already dammed,

And left humans to groan with the after shock.

In sworn secret, fiercely packed the guile mouth,

Flinging oaths after more twisted crimes,

With worse to come we witness the nuclear birth,

Of ecclesiastic war wrapt in ancient shrines.

On deceived hill, they turn from page to praise,

In temples recite loosely with smiles and tears,

Reverently, as if God from childhood had choose,

The path ordained to their destructive ways.

While some believers strive to do the right,

By prayer and praise they continue to recite,

But our soul can never reach those gone from sight,

Driven innocently to a place of greater height.

The sunset of a strange light is born,

And martyred spirits laugh in the immortal hills,

Guardians of men and women made strong,

And forget the beauty of truth deceive by lies.