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Dancing in the Fire
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Dancing in the Fire |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
You can actually see the dimmly lit coals A smoldering smoke here and there In this pale gray room With a candle holder that looks more like a horn The steam is thin and comes out to a 45 degree curve Near the top to form the blossom It casts a shadow across the room To a brighter still dim corner A pile of ashes are thumped on the ground Around the base of this piece Shadowy figures The coals strengthen their light It becomes hotter in this room And like a touch of magic gentle prickly flames appear Small at first Of course they are My capturing angels bring me in this room I see the fire And the evil being still within me begin to shake They have fear of this place With me My body shakes a little and nervousness becomes apparent I'm wearing heavy braclets attatched to thick chains The chains that say I'm to stubborn to go back It already hurts to be here I'm scared I feel a tear trickle down my cheek And it drops to the floor My overseers take me to the candle holder I'm hoisted up by poles that pick me up with hooks The hooks aren't sharp enough to tear my skin Just strong enough to hold me My flesh is taken and placed over the still growing flames I can feel the heat and it burns My feet start lapping and scrambling to get away My body starts to flicker A slow but progressivly violent dance And I'm not screaming I'm frightened and scared And now I can hear my skin bubbling and boilling Pop pop pop pop slap pop slap slap I can feel tears rolling down my face The pain is intense Like a clown with a needle in his eyes Eventually I'll start to pour and reboil When I'm done maybe I'll be able to finally say "I'm clean" God blesses. |
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