The Baptism of Tears (Parts 1 and 2 Complete)

Grant Hope #162

Fire, fire, fire…FIRE!
For as long as she can remember her people have been at wretched war
they’ve been at this for so many ages that she can barely recognize the faces of her men
battle worn and torn from singing scars and more on top of them

Can she even call herself a leader if their path leads to more brutal burning
Behind her breastplate fashioned by craftsmen of conflict
she begins to wonder if she can bear anymore
there must be a way out
instead of endless expansion and undying death

At once her eyes began to turn blue
a tear was shed for the stuck sin that kept her blood burning red
so she cut off her hands
crippling herself instead of rushing into unquenchable fire
talking a new stride towards forgiveness
wiping the scales of singed scars from her eyes
regaining her sight
she walked back into the furious fire though it weighed hot on her soul
peeling that chafe off as many old faces as she could
remembering the people lost who had stayed with her through billows of ash and soot
crying for peace until those of her race
could find peace that had disappeared generations before

This was the baptism of tears

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