Coal
Coal
I see God as fire in the Arizona desert
Blazing up to scorch the sky
Until the telephone lines
Tremble in threat of its heat.
A base made of twigs and scrubs,
but it thrives anyway.
The world bows to the flames
Captivated by their beauty,
Fearful of their power, yet
Those who step through will perish
Or be sanctified by the hand of God.
Blazing up to scorch the sky
Until the telephone lines
Tremble in threat of its heat.
A base made of twigs and scrubs,
but it thrives anyway.
The world bows to the flames
Captivated by their beauty,
Fearful of their power, yet
Those who step through will perish
Or be sanctified by the hand of God.
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