May all my utterances be fire-tongued, love-lit
That burn out all unforgiving wretchedness, hell-wrought
Melodies fabulously rich put out all foul notes damned
Voices ethereal constitute a blaze that reduces the Devil to dust
Waves soothing surge up, tongues of fire dance about
Breathing benediction, syllables blest burst out
All temptations to utter words maligned get buried
I find myself forgiven, raised to life benign, enthroned
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