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Nov 2017
Here I am,
the purest of light
consuming all I can with me
filled with fight
and I rest.

Powerful am I,
that my sheer force can
decimate whole nations and lands
and lay waste even to the most carefully made plans.
I am that which through property brands
and humbles through force than
peace and love.

Yet for all
the power I contain
My presence is so fleeting.
To be me is to be vain,
and to

be here once
and then suddenly
be gone.
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