The mighty gods can wait
and angels can look upon
let me perform the rituals
of fire, I knew I was never
the one, hence let me drink
the fires of pain and slurp
it all down.
Let the cruel heats dissolve
veins and flush sinful skins,
only the excruciating blaze
can cool off the eternal
suffering.
The stains on the bed, the
mute whispers narrated to
me that I was never to the be
one but I decided to
walk on the bed
of hot cinders.
Let me twirl around the
flaming inferno, open
mine manes in the stormy
nights drop any vestiges
of shame and clap while
chanting the name of
Hestia the fire
goddess.
Pick with my bare arms the
scarlet embers to sooth the
wounds you gave, the scars
you offered, let heat of cinders
cool off the bulbous bones
The blaze dissolve the
poisons of deceit and
trails of betrayals.
Knowing that poison kills
poison, let me kill my woes
with more woes, slaughter
my sorrows with more
sorrows let me drink fires
of pain.