Out of the fire comes an angel,
Her wings singed,
Her sandles covered in the soot as she walks across the coals,
Hell run over,
She approaches me with the smoke rising,
She says "Come with me",
I walk down the path,
To see what lies ahead,
With my past behind me,
The rainy skies turned blue,
Turmoil no longer,
I saw her face,
Her smile,
Much like an angel of God.
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