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PyrFire... is... enchanting
It has passion, gives warmth, relieves bitternes, shines light, burns, destroys, hurts, cause damage of mass scaling. But it is still pure.
The light it shines isn't all that great but shines enough to cast the shadows of the very items around it, with a figure closely resembling its master, it may be distorted but it depends on how close it is to the flame, how well bloody close it is, it's angle, its height to it.
It gives warmth, once more depending on distance, the closer you are the more it is to give, softness the muscles and in a sense relaxes. But of course foolish or mishandle or when things just go to hell in a hand basket it hurts burns destroys and damages hard.
But thank God for those who can handle the flames, that know when its bursting, when its dieing, when its at its calm. Thanks to those who can sit by and wait for it to die down enough to not cause damage. But to those that the flames still hurt regardless. The flames act widley in it's pass
Yours TrulySee the sweat on his face
See him now as he's making grace
As he's making his amends he simply knows
There are plenty more sins to attend
On the streets
He feels the pressure and the heat
Late at night
His mind is binding tight
Looking down at his knife
He Glances up to see another life
And slowly he puts on a smile
Knowing it won't take a while
He walks over to find a woman
Noticing that she's not quite sober
"How are you ma'am are you fine?
Listen dear would you like some wine?"
She looks up to the passerby
And thinks about how her cup is run dry
"That's right, come now get off the ground
And here if you would come around
Just simply get off the floor
If you would please follow me through this door."
He leads her into a little room
Little does she know it will become her tomb
"My dear, my dear you look a little sick
Here I am a doctor
Though you may feel a little prick."
She screams aloud as she feels the pain
As her body is punctured by a fang
"Listen, listen I'm here to help
Come NowYour bleeding you know, cant you tell
My oh my you've certainly have fell
And now you seem to sit in this hell
The cuts and burns should show some pain
You really had nothing to gain
Yet you still stand as if refrained
So here's what we're going to do
Just to ensure you make it through
We'll build an empire you and me
Something that will set you free
Something that will let your mind be
So let's stop your masochist ways
And go ahead make a final pay
And rid yourselves of these mortal days
Rip your soul from the flesh
And come alive and become fresh
Destroy all things that make you human
Destroy all reasons you care for them
What what's this you found another way
Something you think will get you through your days
Well I'll tell you are wrong
And it surely will not be long
But I'll sit here behind your back
Waiting to make the needed attack
Come to me when you want to see
The destruction of this small city
I''l hold the match needed to burn
Just come to me when it's my turn
They bury him under a flag, on a cool autumn morning. His brother escorts her, supports her tenderly through the service. He is the one who flinches at the rifle salute. She closes her eyes and opens her heart and lets the staccato shots pass through her like a wind.
Only blanks. Not real bullets. Nothing like the barreling rounds that ripped his flesh and smashed in under his narrow ribs and nailed his life to the inside back of his flack jacket.
That slim silent figure in uniform. Laid out cold and still. Thats not him. Hes not here. He slipped out of his shell somewhere in the middle of a desert city under siege. Hes maybe still there, a little lost. A little uncertain where to go from here. He might linger where his brothers are still fighting. Screaming silent warning. Aching to fight beside them still, to prote
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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