Yesterday I swallowed blazing coals
With words written on them by granny's ink of wisdom
As we sat around the fire
Turning history and issues to ashes
With my stomach full to this day
Every blurp is a mystery
Speaking in the is and the was
Infringing ingrained literature rules
Mysteriously speaking mysteries
Lost in His presence like a whisper in the night
With boots on
I came out a royal priesthood
A king noble and enchanting
To incomode the devil
Evacuating the bound
Deposing and debasing the enemy
Because he is docile
What I'm saying is
I was made a king sitting around the fire with spoken word maestros
Because the ashes also I swallowed
The book of prophecy forever true
I am a product of words written on flames
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