My Crowning Soul

The roots burn
They ask me who I am
And seethe with twitching nerves until I listen
I must open my clad iron heart
Introduce this calling notion
And let its season pry
My identity
Runs purely
And raises up it’s hand
I cannot hide my soul
It breathes beneath the coals

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