pyrokinesis. Touching the Sun (№ 399817)

And if the fate of a Martyr fell:
I understood that I had to change something.
But it is not clear yet:
I came here to destroy or to create.
Accept yourself, find the calm inside
Or again, to lift into the air
The banner of the morning star.
Yelling?
Forget everything here, or fiercely burn,
I was born to love you with all my heart
Or still hate them?
Tell me.