Fire burns the soil
As it is captured by the soul.
Fire escapes it's prison of glass
As Flames dance upon the land of grass
Only to end upon man.
As man turns on man
Blood flows as wild as the dancing flames.
Should this end in fire
We will all burn together
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My poems
PoesíaI'm not good with poems; but these are my tries at such things! Please rate it and let me know what you think
