Flame burns brighter, higher on funeral pyre of wicked nightmares
That tear the fabric of the soul once whole and full of lively vivacity
In pertinacity to bring bright light from out behind clouds of doom,
Which loom large over the city of the heart in pity to tear her apart
Except for the determination to damn this dæmon to an expulsion
From dreams of innocence followed quickly by his own destruction
In hottest hell’s conflagration for which there is now no mitigation,
And so the man in turmoil shall no longer recoil, but live in peace
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Ahh…the purging fires that purify the gold. I know these flames well. Beautiful and perfect. Thank you sir!🙏🕊 You have indeed blessed more this day!! Be you blessed in return!👼🙌🕊🌹Drea.
Thank you so very, very much… Blessings to you as well!