act 3: the fire and the earth.

burn it all away,
she sits with the flame glowing brighter and brighter
the calling of fire,
setting free, setting free!
down by the water, we await the slaughter
of sin and all its splendor.
this all seems so eerily familiar
the house is coming down, to preach
and to worship, and dictate what is right.
sitting there, match in hand
waiting for the pain to go away,
though it causes more pain.
but a lifetime seems so much more hurtful
than a couple of minutes
yet she sits still hoping for someone to intervene
to care, or even accidently
intrude upon this sacred event.
a boy: hanging in his closet, still conscious
and his feet are calling for the ground,
like a child, calling for its mother.
it goes round and round again and again.
and the blackness sets in.
"set forth on your path. aim for the world" she cries!
"take nothing less than the best from everything and everyone!" he bellows to the heavens
and the two become one.