I know
The time is
Quarrel and
Hypocrisy.
And I pray
For mercy.
Freedom is
Not necessary
For me.
I want not to
Go anywhere
At this time.
Fire, air,
In all, I discover,
That can destroy me.
Thank you, all pervading,
Still, I am flourishing
I am favored by time.
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