By the grace of the flame,

The smell of the fire,

The candle burns on.

By the light of the candle,

I ponder,

Deep in thought,

I think,


If I was a better human,

But no,

I am what god made me,

Talented but a sadist,


As the candle,

Burns itself,

I smile,


through all this pain,

I know,

That I am god’s child

And nothing,

Can change that.

Published by thelittlealchemyst

Your friendly neighbourhood guy who believes in god

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