The Arsonist
Spark’s ignition, rage of fire
Entice his mind with burning desire
Match heads grind
Sulfur lined
Burst the flames which never tire
The target chosen, his mind set
Over perfection, he loves to fret
Explosives wired
Something admired
He has built another bud, timer set
These are his fire flowers
Blooming once, burning for hours
Click bang
Laughter sang
He loves to burn this world of ours
But then all the water comes
Extinguishing his flaming drums
Smooth soft flesh
Now crispy mesh
He thinks of another flower, twirling his thumbs
He is the anarchist
Filled with twisted desire
He is the arsonist
Come on baby light his fire
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