Fire, the weapon of Hell
and when it's inside us we're as bad as that;
so easy to light but don't think it's well
'cause it goes ever forward without rest.
All it ruined to ash and black's the ground
like the mood of who's possessed by its heat
is it Nature or men who must amend
for making the living die at their feet?
Fury of fire the meaning's the same
blood boils within and you're wanting to rage;
(what changes between them is just the name)
and when you feel that way you could tear any cage.
With fire inside we all live and fight
carrying anger and our broken pride
not caring if we destroy what was bright
until fire's out,and grief and shame shatter our mind.













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