I am nothing. I am a pillar in the temple of my god.
I breathe not air but fire, those flames that consume me
but do not extinguish my very existence.

There are tremors in this earth, there are floods in this field
my blood has spilled over the walls and have trickled down
to all who have seen me.

I am freedom, I am that which has experienced euphoria
and her rage but return with peace and her calm
I am bound no more

I experience the power of life through the smallest of silences
I exist not only to exalt but to uphold
to challenge and to testify of your secret transactions, your derelict love

Thee I charge, thee I assault with conviction
you have buried the hatchet of shame in your own flesh
and yet you seek to take apart and destroy that in which you do not understand

assail me not your religion, teach me not your limited understanding
for it is the perfect divine and not thee of which I drink
Hallelujah, behold the Bridegroom, behold that fire and fury

That comes to bring rebirth in it's fuel and oxygen, it's cinder and smoke.

J M Prater