Fire takes revenge on the weak,
So shall your confessions speak,
With angry words a poison snare,
A bitter tongue and a lonely stare,
incinerating enemy's in your path,
Staring hard at the aftermath,
The smell of burning flesh,
When rain comes is it fresh?
A cage awaits your tired soul,
Ignite the fire with your coal,
Watch it burn and will you see,
A fire doth not burn for me
