Our world is not finished yet,
It is merely a furnace that burns as hot as Hell,
And one day it may forge a place where we can call home,
A place where we feel welcome.
The fire of our world burns and destroys all.
Everything is reduced to equilibrium,
When it should be raised to a new state of balance.
The scraps at the bottom of the pile are thrown in with the beautiful.
They burn together and become one.
That is where we are now. Burning together.
One day the fires will stop
And we will be molded into something beautiful,
Something great, something worth taking a second look at.
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