Impurities
As the fire roars,
At heavens door,
Lucifer lies in wait,
Angel of light,
Beauty and might,
No one knows the truth.
Different are we,
At 33 degrees,
Decisions a price to pay,
Created indeed,
A likeness to thee,
Only to realize the flame.
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