Fire is Coming
What can I say to a flame, except that I knew of its spark when it was just a mere flash?
Would I say that I knew you were here, but only to start a certain level of malice!
You rose up into the sky like a mighty chalice!
I might even say to the flame that I knew were going to be large enough to succumb to a bash!
Oh mighty flame how do you dance with such a gorgeous sash!
Oh my how do you make me train harder by getting my hand to have a callus
Are you sure that your initial spark was meant to bring inside of me such a malice
Sometimes, things are things, or they are a Freudian phallus
You are the flame that makes my heart go to mash
You are the one that makes my mind burn the overbearing malice
Dear flame, can I hold you, as I walk through the valley of lice
Become my strength and be my whip and take out my enemies with a lash!!!
I knew of your spark as a mere flash!
Let the enemies drink the wine as they move in a frightened DASH!
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