Black Fire - Poem by Logan McDougall
Slowly and tenderly my feet one after the other lead me to the place I find myself time and time again. As the atic of my being is reving and racing growing wheels and a engine powered by 10,000 horses, I take the reins I spur them on, oh hell and brimstone why? When I get to my destination of place time and time again. I stop and look around and my eyes burn through the back of my head sear the follicles upon my scalp and come out of my occipital as If a mole from his hole, hit the floor, grow legs and run faster and faster as if to get away from the master that kept them. When my eye, hand, and flesh take the reins of the league of horses, it is a day of sorrow that lingers and simmers, until the day that I turn and repent. All fun and games and euphoric joy riddled with pride and selfish desire, like a black fire consuming and burning the spirit of God. HE is my savior I grasp hold of his hand and he takes the reins and nailed them to the cross dead to addiction alive with my Savior!
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