Sparks of religion
In ignorant minds
Hatred in bloom
Sycophancy is blind

The woods are ready
And the Grass is dry
Flames will rise with the
Weakest war cry.

Far and wide
Ashes will fly
On charred grounds
In the gloomy sky

No life in the end
Nor a soul saved
Leaders and followers
All in their graves.

Fires never build
Fires never create
Fires only destroy
And fires denigrate.