The bright flourescent glare of the fire
Is burning down the redwood and cedar
Is burning down the redwood and cedar
Crackle, crackle never stopping to retire
The orange, and red is your feeder
Snap, cracking, burning fury, fiery
Screaming life has ended here in this place
No sadness, revenge of the diary
Never to vanish or to be chase
The rain pouring down to slow you to a stop
Agitated you revive back to life
Trees dead, you all slew, now its time to chop
your anger is sharp, a sting like a knife
Smack, swoosh, fire gone, vamoosh but not totally dead
Your wrath is not unkindled but merely widespread.
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