Come, walk beside me, like a child
Trust me this instant, I'm not your foe
Grasp my hand tightly for the way is wild
Dark is the Road to Damascus we go

Gaze down this path, no more to be fled
Now is the chance to seize more than aversion
I feel your discomfort, possessed by dread
All the while nescient of such a trying excursion

The weak-will resists the path of reflection
Content to lead an existence with no mirror
You wish to stay the same, never knowing rejection
To my smithy, I take you to make ore become clearer

Hot is my forge and as bright as the sun
The strain from within it can only soften
Locked by my tongs with escape for none
Amuse me, resist, I see it so often

Your everlasting state has come into my view
Thus to heat, bend, and break you is my goal
There is only one way for change to ensue
Shatter upon an anvil, hard as my soul

No chance to gird for swiftly does my hammer move
Your cry upon my anvil rings out, echoing through the heavens
Behold a changed man, with his imperfection removed
At last, you are flattened, now you may be leavened

Seek the suffering of my smithy for all eternity
Now is the time for self-contempt

Become noble! Let the tragedy of existence permeate you
Now is the time to lead a life of mirth

Remember the taste of desolation upon your tongue
Now is the time to go forth and endure

Rise Pheonix, from the ashes of my forge
Now is the time of your rebirth

-The Involuntary Hermit


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