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Through Fire, Nature is Reborn Whole
Or practice broken smiles, or weary looks.
Tired of that age-old repeated lament.
Yes, we all have been hoodwinked by these crooks.
Promised salvation, if only we hate.
But I will weave these thorns into armor-
Turn my sharp edges to hardened breastplate.
Con these fools into buying my ardor,
when I am nothing more than a lost soul
searching for that spark to set me ablaze.
Reborn from the ashes with fire I stole,
this pent up heat building, come soon to raze
the roots of a hateful society.
Turn scars into a new morality.



