Speak of the dragon
the incarnate
oh the burning sacred paper
with which they printed the scripture
they seek forgiveness from a church
God has already sent the burning man
elonquent in hearts and minds
a tempered dragon sparing us
and destroying some with utmost discretion
the endless hope of the masses feeding the fuel
in it's throat it feels wells and bursts
as flint from teeth spark
grin cheers the annihilation
Son I grant thee forgiveness in this dragon fire
the figurative bread you give up as your own form
a piece of Godliness catch a light and carbonize
wash yourself in flame we do appeal
dreams are brought to the forefront of your mind
to be tried on their merit and condemned to darkness or to light
distractions harvesting your patience and virtues
open hands to the dragon and let go
the ever consuming fire leaps upon you like a morbid electric tiger
and teeth gnash constantly to the speeding heartbeat raptured by flame
you the baby the blaze your teet vice hits senses undeniable heat
wash your conscience
confusion deep
from upon the guzzling fizzling embers
is an eternal stomach a metaphor here
yet far under the basement horned beings are razed
reborn and guided as if destruction was earned and attained
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