The Morning Star (Poem)

Fire is the path of least resistance
Take what you want and get what you deserve

All who insist on getting their own way
won’t hear the prophetic word until their ears start to burn

The dimmed lamp shining in the dark place
has all but fade to black

Propped up in the house of the wolves in wool
And adorned with racks on racks

Unscathed the light of the new day cometh
The Dawn of the Morning Star

No longer culled by the light of the lamp
Truth will shine in our hearts

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