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A Fire Folk

tpu 08 Jul 2018 Tag: Fuckthesun 1 comments, leave your own..


O' Father!

Fire, summer sky,
smoldering scourge of light.
Oppressor, on high.

Hear me, O' sire!
O' burning blessed blight!
Sink down and die!

Your children ache, and lust to
bathe in the blood of twilight.


Father, Sun.

Be born, be bright!
Renew your wrath, forgive us. 
The fire guides us.


Words: 53 / Updated: 08 Jul 2018 / © Copyright

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ness 10 months, 2 weeks ago New Comment

the stroke of heat indeed....

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