and yet cursed it was;

when creation hearkens not!

what say you?

eh –

a shrugging of the shoulders,

don’t mind me. till

earthen clay

became too hot to bear

and all this while – the tides kept

rushing in.

flames that spoke

speak to vessels not chained;

behold the god of pleasure, money

and security –

earthen vessels

went their ways

each caught died out embers

no longer part of a living fire.

collected the aftermath – we’re safe now,

while it soon became clear.

fires that be;

aren’t meaningful unless they burn.

why speak evilly of hell?

fires that burn;

and the devil said: they’re my children;

when earthen vessels cherish cheap grace,

cheap fire,

cheap bargains

while collecting the devil’s debt.