I see horizons glowing 

Like the torch that keeps blowing 

Sheets of solid nickel 

Into molten metal 


Tell me am I wrong to be concerned?

I know it hurts 

But when you alive 

You know you have gotten burned 


My tears evaporate on singed skin 

The blistering is starting to begin 

When this skin peels away 

I will be branded clean again 


Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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