I’ve been hand picked…
Pulled from a life of trivial strife.
Confusion and dissolution are not meant to quench
My desire burns away
Those who would draw near
For they fear what they cannot control…
But fear cannot control me
For I have come though the kiln…
Broken and unbreakable
And isolated for a purpose,
my surface is not marred by a careless grip.
So I burn eternally