The Rite of Crossing the Coals

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Hot coals of Hate

You have to dance my friend

In fury fast

To cross across the

Vast and eating heat

The steam will blind the eye of

Sight and sole searing

Will hiss a sound

Of hell the smell vile

Will choke the Soul of hope

A hole right through your heart

So big you

Disappear into

The peering of your hate

You know it feeds and grows

When you avoid the very

Oh so very necessary

Rite of Crossing the Coals

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