Primordial Flame

Back again the fire burns
Primordial passions rage
And in each heart a thing doth churn
Bursting from society's cage
And in the sleep the spirits ache
The soul will twist and throb
But in this world thyself is stuck
In painful silence numb
Though hearts will break and storms will rage
And the wild beckons true
We shall fail to breach the wall
And our hearts will crack and rift.





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