A Firey Pheonix

The flames rise higher.
They lick at my skin,
and burn away at me.
The flames burn away my flaws and let the goodess come out.
It hurts me, and I try to run away from the fire.
But the fire burns inside me so I can not run.
Slowly the fire starts to burn out.
And there in the ashes are the remains of the flaws of my life.
And like a pheonix rising from the ashes, my goodness shining brighter than ever.
But in my eyes will always be the remains of the fire that burns inside me.





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