What Went Wrong 3

When the body is new the soul is still small.
As the body does grow so does the soul.

The soul needs to sing, and has found many ways to do it;
Expression, Sporting or even a Flutist.
Without a song, the soul becomes trapped, unable to shine.
If the body chokes out OUR creative soul shine.
A dark seed develops and will start to spread.
Covering and squeezing the soul to shreds.
The soul starts to dim within the human body.
Sickness and disease and the combination defines.
A deadly black seed twists and mutates and soon becomes wrong,
because we could not let out our soul song.

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