Walk through the fire

The flames will only burn you if you fear the fire

The burn only hurts if your afraid of the pain

You must walk into your fears

Embrace your tears

Burn every part of yourself to the ground

What matters will still be around

Around we go running from the flames

Afraid the fire will hurt

We must become the ashes

To understand the burn

There’s beauty in new beginnings

But we must first burn down the old curses

Don’t get caught up in the Adamic illusion

Don’t bite the apple

Don’t let humanity hold you in it’s grapple

Your spirit knows what’s best for you

Sometimes everything has to be burnt to the ground for a flower to bloom in its place

If you do bite the apple

Does the apple have a taste?

And if it does, what do you taste?

Is it poison or love?

Can you taste the burn or was it all it illusion?

What’s your conclusion?