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Fire Folk.
By TheProphetUntold
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O' Father!
Fire, summer sky,
smoldering scourge of light.
Oppressor, on high.
Hear me, O' sire!
O' burning blessed blight!
Sink down and die!
Your children ache, and lust to
bathe in the blood of twilight.
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Father, Sun.
Be born, be bright!
Renew your wrath, forgive us.
The fire guides us.
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Copyright 2018 TheProphetUntold
Published on Monday, January 11, 2021.
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"Poetry"
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A former member wrote:
Absolutely stunning Ode to Father Sun. Bravo ðŸ‘
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On Monday, July 9, 2018, Alchemist
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wrote:
Being I work outside and it being summer in the south I can relate oh too well to the oppressor that is the sun and wanting it to die, lol.
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On Sunday, July 8, 2018, Adagios
(716) wrote:
Lol, I love th cyclical nature of it all. Blessed, like the echo of a sacred yesterday in the profanity of the now.
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On Saturday, July 7, 2018, Jonas Robinson
(848) wrote:
Very inspirational. The words are like a spell, significant to me. Thank you. :)
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