Through the flames,
I see many lost names,
I see many lost games;I see the man who burns because of rage,
I see the beast who was let out of the cage,
I see the mad man who has taken toll of the stage;I see someone who is hurting,
And now, they cause the hurting,
I see a man who has a fear of burning,
But doesn't mind others burning;I saw a man who killed himself with fear of being caught,
Shown who was the real monster,
One he would if never thought,
Through the flames;
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Poems: Life is Life.
PoetryJust little props (poems/songs) I've written to open the eyes. *I don't own any of the media work (art, etc)