The homeless hearth

Burn fire burn.

Ignite the world.

Kicked out of home.

Everyone will praise.

The lifeless, loveless, emptiness.

Lord, I am ending.

Father, welcome me to wherever you are.

Leave the earth behind,

Kick up the dust to beguile.

The scent of jasmine besides,

upon the letter box.

The daughter made it to the finals.

Waiting for the last heat before I can leave.

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