Impervious Dirt

Fear burns
without touch
heart-thundering echos,
Shadows, nightmares and such

Purity's purchase
and evils alert
We must always remember
that we're impervious dirt

pine, straw and pela
transformed heat and light
whatever remains is
Angel's delight

He sang it real slow
Each word hurt my throat
He broke up misconception
With each quarter note

Song of my destiny
to stand in the flame
Avoid sanctification
or fulfill why I came

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