We are not dead yet(poetry): Plot twist and other magic tricks

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Burn my dear,
I'll watch how you disappear into dusts
From dusts you'll be those witches at night, 

waiting when to strike

Be the fire that reign the throne of
Blasphemy,
I do not meant to shatter your faith
I was referring to how you handle reality

I see you've been a weakling.
You cried.
You regretted.
But you healed.
And that must meant something.
Something worthy to influence.
Something deserving to tell others.

Your story
Is not just some story
It is of truth.
It is of beauty.
It is of Pain-
It is of fear-
Your greatest ally.

Tear away those porcelain skin of yours  

and show them how you were made 

by the finest silk, sharpest armor

That faithful follower by the almighty
Bound with weapons of deathly words 
Intimidate people with your frightning 
Language craved from knives.