Kindle Thy Fire

Take My Spirit, also My heart, as Thy precious Flask...



Brother My heart and Spirit, and arise unto this task...



Go and search the depths of its mask...



Again...



Unto its deepest well...



The toil and toll within its every pulsating bell...



Man, unto Thee, shall tell...



And expose the Hell endured, each time, as rain it fell...



God, alone, can measure the depths, of its every howl...



Almighty God, fix Thy gaze upon it, as the nocturnal Owl...



Give unto it, its final, most darkest hour...



You, alone, can crush its many griefs, as a fallen Tower...



Mercy...



Unto Thee I cower...



Before Thee, I crouch down in Fear, at Thy power...



The cruel darkness, enshadows My Spirit...



Man, and the despondency of His Spirit bear witness unto the darkness, which I inherit...



That, before the eyes of One worthy of merit...



He may expose the deeds of My heart, unto Beherit...



May My Spirit and heart, be uncoiled from this once delectable dark night...



Release joys, innumerable, in hordes of sweet, ferocious might...



Unto the darkened rose garden, within My heart, unto its plight...



You possess the blueprints, and blue-perils, of every Spirits brief flight...



Your solemn promise, the reason for My every fight...



Other than that, there is no other Faith and Loyalty, unto which I alight...



Brother the Air of this burning Fire...


And allow to descend, the melodious songs, of Thy sacred Lyre...



Son of the South, burn Thy sweet Myrrh...


And dress My Spirit within its gentle Pyre...


If My Spirit burn, then, as a liar...



I, then, do this, My Spirit, unto death retire...