The flame has nowhere to go
So it chases its tail till the fags begin to glow.
Friends have joined in on the romp.
Some clap and others stomp.
Enchanting is the energy created.
Tiny embers warm to the picture illustrated.
A portrait of life depicted in heat
The air feels it, so it facilitates the beat.
Pop! Crackle, Snap, Roar!
Fire spirits: The kings of hardcore.
HOT! It makes you sweat.
The flame can burn, don’t forget.
Or blaze into a crimson net.
Consuming everything without regret.
Only the impending rain hopes to quell the hunger…..
Then, overhead clouds break and the first raindrops fall to the sounds of thunder.
The earth is roasting but the rain quenches her thirst.
Living is the agenda now, but destruction came first.
An all-encompassing feeling of security if felt.
But a rip mars this veil of apparent purity
There, quietly hiding,
rests an ember that looks dead at a first glance
Home to the flame eager to dance.
So it chases its tail till the fags begin to glow.
Friends have joined in on the romp.
Some clap and others stomp.
Enchanting is the energy created.
Tiny embers warm to the picture illustrated.
A portrait of life depicted in heat
The air feels it, so it facilitates the beat.
Pop! Crackle, Snap, Roar!
Fire spirits: The kings of hardcore.
HOT! It makes you sweat.
The flame can burn, don’t forget.
Or blaze into a crimson net.
Consuming everything without regret.
Only the impending rain hopes to quell the hunger…..
Then, overhead clouds break and the first raindrops fall to the sounds of thunder.
The earth is roasting but the rain quenches her thirst.
Living is the agenda now, but destruction came first.
An all-encompassing feeling of security if felt.
But a rip mars this veil of apparent purity
There, quietly hiding,
rests an ember that looks dead at a first glance
Home to the flame eager to dance.
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