Symptom

Words never mean nothing, Words can't save a soul.
The Divine Spirit won't touch the branded people when they moan.

Our home's our land and our land's our heart.
Issues that can refrain, Graces there are tart.

These are the things that make they cheer.
Those are their delusional fear.

Smaller and smaller,
Comes to and end.

Breeze,
Fend.