Disappointments, heartaches and pain,
From your oppression, neglect and infliction of shame,
Walking through the Fire
I rise from the Pyre
Queen of pentacles, cups, swords and wood
Taming the lion
With a roar of my naked truth
Walking through the Fire
I rise from the Pyre
Stepping into my Power
I look over to find you Crouched
Eons have passed but my Faith in you
Has walked through the Fire
And risen from the Pyre
Don’t you see my yearning
For us to share the throne
And relish the garden of Eden?
I light the path with million Suns
Walking through the Fire
I rise from the Pyre
The veil of illusions that led to delusions
I tore with my bare hands.
The price of your pretense
Was the blood of our unborn
That I drank to my Now
To show you How
Embracing the Unknown
I created my Own
Walking through the Fire
I rise from the Pyre!
– Mālini
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