It is
A crashing wave
A raging fire
An empty abyss
And the wave drowns
And the fire burns
And the abyss consumes
The water washes not
Nor does the fire purify
And the emptiness consumes only joy
And I'm drowning
Burning
Joyless
But the waves can be fought
And the fire quenched
And the abyss made to spit back the joy.
He will make it so.
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