Do you think me undeserving?
View me through an unkind lense...
Pass judgment upon me in a hushed tone behind closed oaken doors.
Question my strength and ability
To forge forward through the twisting passageways only I can navigate?
That is your wont.
Fuel me.
As feebly as your flame burns ,
I will consume you as well.
Not even in an active rage, only as a natural consequence.
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