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It was I
who set heaven aflame
and stilled the fires of hell.
Engulfed by the smoke
with tears in my eyes
I am burned, and blind.
But when all is gone,
there will only be You.
This is my final prayer.
This piece is about what happens when you step beyond traditional religious beliefs. When you burn heaven and deny hell, you're no longer playing by the standard Sunday  prescription of religion—you’re willingly moving beyond theology into direct experience. And that shift is not easy. It’s disorienting. Painful. Like being consumed by fire and left blind in the smoke. But it’s also necessary. Because only when everything we thought we knew is gone—only then—do we come face to face with what’s real. This is my final prayer: not to the false God of doctrine, but to the God who remains when all else is stripped away.
i unravel
the words are
so heavy
but the break
has no sound
i unravel
there is a
typhoon
on top of
my head
it hurts
to think
i unravel
i spent the day
quietly
nursing my
wounds
like a scarred
wild dog lost in
the field
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