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Our world began in fire, primal,ferocious, and chaotic It's form mystifies all beings, shapeless, and destructive. Fire can not be contained or controlled, but is warm and inviting. It lights our hearths and candles, powerful, and all encompassing. Burns our homes and flesh, It brings life and death in it's everchanging form. Our world began in fire and so it shall end __ Robin Goodfellow
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