Drowning in the fire that burns like ice

A sensory overload

too much for anyone to sleep through

In a lava lamp of pain

that will never ever go away

Purifying me of my imperfections

Killing my sin like medicine kills a virus

From the inside out




all of the sin out of my body

in the last bit of pain

the final, cleansing, fire of my faith

That is a featherbed of love

in comparison to hell


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