I stand in fire yet I’m not burned

I bathe in the flames of judgement

Wondering, when will I feel them

Don’t come to close you might feel hot

I am a force of spiritual reality

When will you suffer fatality

I stand in fire yet I’m cold

My tongue drips of stories untold

Prophecies yet to unfold

I am a weeping willow only to get old

I stand in the fire yet I’m still

I succumb to my judgment

I’ve reached my fill

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