The
Quickening Fire
Beneath
a horribly heavy heart,
Where
even angels fear to tread,
Has
come a burning of witches,
All
the evil thoughts within my head.
I
dared to purge it all,
And
move the blockages held there.
I
crave the chance escape,
To
fill up with light, like breathing air.
The
shinning light of the exodus,
Is
warming me unto the core.
I
am happy as I get away,
Showing
all negativity to the door.
And
burning now all doubts,
Banished
to the funeral pyre.
The
soul of me becomes transformed,
As
I experience the quickening fire...!
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