P R O L O G U E
Mother lights the path of flame,
We walk in white, we speak her name.
Hands held low, our heads aligned
Mother knows the sinner’s mind.
Curious hearts must turn to stone,
No wandering thoughts, no steps alone.
Questions fall like ash to dust,
For Mother’s word is all we trust.
Attachments fade beneath her eye,
No bond shall bloom, no tear shall cry.
Desire burns, we starve it still,
For wanting leads to devil’s will.
We shed the selves we used to be,
Our names dissolve in purity.
The past is smoke the night consumes
No memory blooms beneath Her rules.
Mercy breaks the sacred chain,
So strike with strength, deny their pain.
The White Flame waits for those who stray
Mother sees, and lights the way.
Mother lights the path of flame,
We walk in white, we speak her name...
