BurnA Poem by Janna RuusuvuoriWords of power and healing.
The kings of the ages have been burning witches since the song of time. But now the witches return to claim their place among the stars.
She says to you: You cannot fire me for I am already burning The pages of time are turning And the kings are long since gone And do not know right from wrong Dear kings, if you cannot do your duty then you no longer matter And if you no longer matter then you must surely be dead As your head is filled with poison lead And for those with the gift of speech and song: Stand and take your stance taking out a wand like lance Because you take up space and that is your place To grace this land with your heart in your hand So stand and say what needs to be said To release the traction to fly with action For the leaders of today are nothing but play They have no real power in this ungodly hour I am tired of the people climbing an imaginary steeple Believing in gods that are nothing but frauds It is all in your head that your lay rest in bed No one is in control of your life but that hole That fills you with memeing from an unseen screaming So be thoughtful and loving instead of heartless and shoving Find your own meaning to stop the screening And grow like a tree that will always be Grow>>> http://r.weavesilk.com/?v=4&id=apzqkcm7az © 2014 Janna Ruusuvuori |
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