Embers from a flame of long ago –
A slight breeze causes them to glow
With no water to be found
A forest fire starts to grow
Out of control, consuming everything in its wake
It has no conscience, no prisoners it takes
No purpose or intent it has; for reaction it‘s guide
A whiff teases the flames, piquing them
Soulless, it shows no mercy
Leaving blacken devastation in the aftermath
Anger may bring about change, but rage destroys
Fever can burn out infection, but a high one can kill
Rage sees only black and white
Pity the one who calls it friend
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