My Soul’s Possessions

I have the possessions of the world,
I speak for life on this clay that sounds,
My madmen surprise nobody, for they glow
As the words are righteous for them to be.

Drive us from the thorned bush,
Bonds of slavery arrive to claim,
And the come back of our event
Teaches the madness of the times.

Departures keep coming and despair
Is singing like dance, souls leave
To find more comfort with the only request.
I drive all souls to their worlds.