Like a Phoenix ignition.
Like a crematorium.
Like a swelling volition.
From the barrel of a gun.
From the ashes and the embers,
Like a rocket I'll ascend.
Like a cry gone up for a fallen friend.
I'LL ASCEND.
Everyday tear down the walls,
Till cornerstones remain.
Coming ONE STEP CLOSER ALL THE TIME.
And although we'll never reach perfection,
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