The fire burns around me
I am going home
to where people say i belong
i look around
i see my brothers and sisters all around
I call out my fathers name
I do not shutter
when he appears
in front of me
he tells me
that he is ready for me
ready for me to stay home forever
with him
but when i enter throughÂ
the gates of hell
My one true father shuts them
and a light surrounds me
he tells me
that this is not my true home
that my home is with him
for years
they have fought
where I should stay
so still today
I am on land
haunting it.
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