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Life Force


I start small, though with many causes.

Bad choices made in the woods, or in houses.

An electrical short, a discarded match

Left behind cig, that unleashed my wrath.

I grow, multiple, feast on all in my path!

Only wanting to live, can you blame me for that?

You wound me with hoses, buckets of water

I feel so misjudged, Hated for being fire.

Destruction is all you see, never my good

Morbid is your mind, hiding under your hood.

You use flames every day, though little do you know

I make heat, energy, heat meat on your stove

But all you see is my evil, so I'm going away,

I hope you enjoy your freezing cold meal and day

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