I need healing the type that touches your soul.
I need some well meaning fire, oh so very bold,
To awaken the dead bones like Elisha of the old.
To strengthen my core against any magma of hatred frightening to erupt into a hole,
0f contaminated fumes of jealousy exhausts; a series of mould.
Dangerous leeches threatening because they sold
Their freedom for material gain and want Noirfifre to join their fold.
Let that protection circle like a vulture around my being and scold
All their wicked intentions so that they will never cross my threshold!