Short Stories and Other Creative Waste

To Burn or not to Burn

Its an odd feeling, to cut off your hand
To harm ones self on invert command

And a life saved is a life forgiven
But your ship is not mine to be driven

So as fears rise with the world's shakes
A candle drowns in its own mistakes

Through life, through death, through lack of desire
Through beginning, through end, through all life's fire

Helpless and hopeless, the blind man will tremble
Weak and meek, the peasants will quarrel

But with flint and steel in left and right hand
The spark of this world is mine to command