The Longing Soul...!

Piper's play the supersonic tunes, as the mountains shake, like ragged spirits in darkened clothings, the heart longs for sinful reparations.

where the eagles celebrate, Away into the wild blue yonder, In the midst of whirlwinds and chariots, Marking the beginning of the adventurous journey.

The soul longs, like the desperation of the lungs for fresh air, like a necromancy, the souls yearns for the spirit lands, Where life is lost in its beauty.

We are cheetahs, on snaky pathway,
burnt tears and broken emotions dripping on window panes, into a different realm seeking celestial status.

Like a hungered lion in search of preys,
the soul longs and searchs endlessly,
the soul yearns to be identified wiht gods,
riding the earth like a mule.