I see fire I see flames
I see the devil playing his games
Hear no evil speak no evil
You have to be blind not to see this
There's no hero syndrome
There's no vigilante justice
It's just the all consuming heat
And smoky oxygen
And the stinging fact
that we burn
I'd rather a hurricane
Than the smell of singed hair
So why don't you help me?
Why not help yourself?
Come with me and
Bring on the thunder
Bring on the pain
Bring on the lightning
Let's rain cain
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I don't think the title fits the poem, but I'm having trouble thinking of anything else (plus it sounds cool {I was also thinking about "Hellfire to Bloodstorm" But that sounds ridiculously edgy [but this poem is ridiculous too so maybe it would work better]})
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Hopefully Poetry
PoetryI'd like to try my hand at poetry, for no other reason than that it's nice to do.