FIRE

When people at first found fire
It didn't always burn the skin
Like a flaming pyre
But fills the soul with burning desire

The flame, when ignited
Makes you bold like you've been knighted
Vanquishes all true fear
And casts it behind your rear

Then another was found
Another, though physical but yet renowned
Setting everything in it's path ablaze.....
Or sometimes with grace.
But the worst was yet to come

They discovered deep in their fiery guts
The worst of them all
The one that burns the head and the gut
And makes the world go nuts

I think Hitler had a taste of it
Which made him squeeze the world and hit.
The fire rekindles the rage within
And mostly lead men......even women to ruin.

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So this is yet another piece. This time i literally slept off while writing it but i completed it this morning so no fuss. And no worries

So this piece is mainly about fire. If you don't know they're are different kinds of fire. Yeah it's not the kind of fire you mean I'm gonna talk about today. It's a different kind.
well there are roughly kinds of fire, so i briefly talked about them here

Now the first stanza is talking about the fire of the mind. How to be brave or the brave ones and so on. You'll see you can understand it better now.

While the second one well it's talking about the normal fire we all know. Yeah blue, red, green you name it.

While the last one is talking about rage, yeah rage like hitlers anger for whatever he's angry at. The guy really seems angry. What a shame i never met him. I just know we would have been friends

So that sums it up this piece like i said a million times is about fire

My quill bleeds