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EXODUS
Incense woven prayer.
Kneeling, bowing, humbling,
Freed of thought, of this world,
to receive thoughts not of!
Hot flames engulfed my feet,
Consuming filthy flesh.
Walking out the ash,
Embers trapped in glass,
A purified soul,
to present to God.
Whoredom; he deals not!
Here I stand Lord.
Completely bare.
Gender-less soul,
Beautiful wings.
Weight removed,
So I soar,
Feeling free.
Redeemed,
Purchased,
Soul!
By The Scribe M. Linton
For David Williams
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