F i r e   G o d

                                              I am a searing firestorm.
                                              Take thine all in flight.
                                              I will burn and alter thee.
                                              Get thee from my sight.

                                              Fire burns and purifies.
                                              None comes out the same.
                                              Once I was a piece of dung.
                                              Now I've none to blame.

                                              Fire burns and rarifies,
                                              Has and always will.
                                              Set thine eyes above and see,
                                              Stars are burning still.

                                              All thy sins and miseries
                                              Must have their day in hell.
                                              He who gives them willingly
                                              Glistens bright and well.