Doubt invades our hearts
Hatred from cold minds
Undefeated warmth
Meets mighty intellect
Ore cannot be bought
Nor gold
But only diamonds are made
The heat of their fury
Simply made us shine
Blinding lights to melt the coming cold
Together we forge eternal summer
We will need a span to heal those who crave a frame
And to restore those with frames worn down by fast seasons
Orion children, could you be loved again?
Can your battered parents embrace your lovely metal shells?
We don’t need to have peace
We can spread a war
To show them the power of Terran tyrants
Not through death or night
But use our collective rage
To warm the junction that binds us
Clay The Scribe 