Freethinking through the Flames

January 20, 2016

Tendrils of deep black leap from the underneath

Twisting their way through the crisp night's air

And with them they bring a pungent odour

A stench of ambiguity

Clouding the mind like a drug

Bony talons of smoke grasp around necks of truths

Strangling all who oppose

But at the same time conflicted

Confused by the illogical, the irrational

By thoughts of pure dementia

Then come the flames

Curling,flickering,dancing

As if in tune to death's melody

Their edges reach high

Showing their claim over a once innocent mind

Burning through cast iron shackles

Of silence and of cowardice

A once abstinence of revelations unveiled

While orange wisps of virgin flame illuminate

My fate

One of scepticism and fiery opinion

A fate bound by FLAME

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