Play With God

[weatheredskin]

Though the bells cry all into the
night
Rarely are they heard
These same bells alerting us to the
Sermons given through the most
Holy of people

The flames burning ever brighter
Those who are outcast from
Society because of magical knowledge
Of things yet to come
Yet,

It is the same fire that kept you and I
Warm at night
The same burning embers that destroyed
Our lives
As it did theirs