A poem on fridge magnets

this world we share is lit with stunning fire

the sinister  in soft er light  will cheat

you can not battle them         this hack empire

come out in to the open         be complete

I found this written on an old spreadsheet, with a photo of the canvas and its potential words included. I looked through my camera roll and messages to try to determine whose fridge this was (it certainly wasn’t mine), but wasn’t able to pin it down. Who knows?