Smoke

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I wish I was a burning building,

Filled with gray-black smoke.

Everyone would see me rise to power,

Not treat me as a joke.

I wish I was a burning building,

Claiming everything in my path.

Both old and young alike,

Would look upon my wrath.

I wish I was a burning building,

Destroying hopes and dreams,

Hoping that eventually,

I'd forget the chilling screams.

I wish I was a burning building,

Suffocating innocent lungs,

They cough and sputter but can't escape,

The poison on their tongues.

I wish I was a burning building,

An unexplainable inferno,

Leaving ash and dust in my wake,

And room for people to grow.

I wish I was a burning building,

Living life for only minutes,

Setting the world aflame sounds fun,

Would you like to come with us?

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