Worlds apart

A twisted fate is not fate but rather a mesh of entwined wills. Some choose to believe yes and others no. The border where these wills meet is where we lie, sliced at every turn not knowing when the threads will give way. What is life without fire? What is life in the fire? What is life? Fire is for passion, fire is for purity and fire is for pain.

Tear your heart out and feed it to the dogs of time. Build your castle and smash it against the rocks of defeat. Why destroy what is there if what is there is good? Why burn the orchards if they are to bear fruit? The ashes show the pain and anguish, the destruction and the absense. But they also show the birth of new life growing out of what the embers leave behind. How much has not been consumed? How much can be made new? All life is just a short flash in the pan of the world. If your spark doesnt shine why spark at all?

Faith is built on solid ground. A system not shaken by qualms of men. I've chosen my ground and stand by it. All else is loss, only one is gain. Anything not of the solid ground should not block my one little spark.

I have one go at this, to get it right the first time.