Fire
by Lisa M Tidrow
Friday, July 26, 2002
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When I was 12 I burnt our house down.
We had only moved in it that very day.
First I was crying at what I done,
But then I watched the fire blaze away.
There was a feeling of power
And a feeling of greed
There was a sense of urgency
And a sense of speed.
The fire's appetite was limitless
It knew no bounds
It was omnipotent
Leveling our house to the ground.
Feel the fury, feel the heat.
Know the dangerous flame released.
See the smoke and the blaze,
As the fire continues its feast.
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