Immortal Soul

The soul’s asleep, fraught with pressure, alive with pain, a
Sacred measure. But now awake, alert to light, composing
Script, the wings of flight. My cultic soul, the well of Christ,
A trail of sin, a tribal life. And spirit pulse, akin to soul,
A thousand peers, have lost control. My cryptic soul, a
Subtle scar, a prideful flame, a baneful star. And tear to war,
A tenet chief, a wicked tongue, a holy beast. And earth to
End, the soul’s alive, the birth of light, a need to fly.

The soul’s aflame, fraught with pressure, aflare with pain,
A sacred measure. But depth the ache, an ancient thought,
A spirit flame, the path to walk. My biblic soul, the trench
Of God, the sage of death, a torn-applaud. And secret guilt,
A woeful stream, a sea of tears, a bleeding dream. My 
Cryptic  soul, a subtle scar, a prideful flame, a baneful star.