Do I feel
	As must the steel
	When, heated glowing hot,
	'Tis put to the anvil,
	And with hammer ringing
	'Tis bent and shaped
	Against its will,
	To assume
	Some form unnatural,
	Yet stronger
	And more beautiful
	Than before?
	What cosmic force
	Thus bends my soul,
	Testing me
	With astral fire
	And karmic mallet?
	What dark, shameful
	Sins of lives gone by
	Must this epoch's
	Forge remove,
	Before I
	Am plunged into
	Cool, tempering
	Waters of rebirth
	To emerge anew,
	Clean and pure?


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