Black Fire (Earth-COTS)

Dreadful ones who upon pardons slithering in dark makeshift hot worlds                      
Bedazzling alibis summonses in belief to snare empresses to fizzle out the unfurl                
Deceit plays in the tinier of the ill begot                    
Reign as sovereign of the abyss below lessened unto evil spirit as thots                    
In your dreams, your mind, your book of revelations keeps running to the light when hell is getting too hot                        
High above the blowing breeze I give the meaning to life to petals embedded, stems to sow                    
Will always embrace humans when the winds become too cold                    
Ancient rites of passage, have surpassed mental chants, beguiling shams, then crying out you do not understand                                    
   
Not ordained to even cast, conjure, or even on the altar to summon                      
Lost in the gloom and doom of own self-loath, juvenile antics, if your right is your plight then why are you still running                    
Condescension as I lay, stand, to rule here, there, and will rob the breath of your inhaling air                    
In your sleep…your dreams, you will always crave to be in my lyre                    
                      
I am who I am                      
Giving you the cosmic pleasure of lust, ecstasy, chants, earthly prayers... mmm… even my gypsy romance dance                      
Scorching you in my Haitian ritualistic fire                      
My arms your embryonic soothing lyre                      
Burning you, then setting you free to combust and levitate as you yearn for my mystic desires                  
                
Black Fire      
   
             
             
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