Anvil ring, hammer sings a sacred secret song;
sing your tune, the ancient rune, days hard and long.
Earth: The soul that feeds, iron bleeds, a river to the sand.
Fire: Spirit of need, consumes with greed, a meal of the land.
Wind: The bellows blast, the breath of centuries past.
Water: She cools the dancing tools and hardens steel to last.
Beware the one who masters the four; He makes the tools of peace and war.
He's black and white, dark and light; not one taken to fear and flight.
He forges his will, a mistake can kill, a knowledge lost to the night.
So learn your lessons and learn them well; disrespect the four and you'll burn in hell.
Commentary: I like this poem even though I disagree with the last sentence. You will not burn in hell for disrespecting the four elements. You will, however, suffer this fate if you choose to reject Jesus Christ. It has always been a choice and always will be. So how does it feel to be in control of your destiny?
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