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Aug 2017
I am the Phoenix, and I have burned
But make no mistake
I will return
My third coming
From the ashes I asend
This blazing guilt will be your end
Born from nothing and thrown to dust
My lips are dry, my wings are rust
Riged and meek they fan this fire
Fire fire, leaking from the mouth of a liar
Doubting what your eyes can't see
Entirely aware, you deny me
And you can play the innocent fool
But I am wise because I'm cruel
Swap your creed, appease the burn
See through my eyes
Now it's your turn
Stíofáinín
Written by
Stíofáinín  35/F/Ireland
(35/F/Ireland)   
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     Pagan Paul and David Noonan
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