Angry.
Like a fire storming through a forest
Roaring, stronger and stronger
Like a team of brave men
You desperately throw water
The fire only burns brighter
It swallows you up
No mercy
And right before it engulfs your entire body
It gives out
Forgiving
Sizzling, it gives up
It’s sorry
But it doesn’t matter
It has ruined far too much
It left a path of destruction in its place
And the damage had been done
It cannot be fixed
The burns will linger forever
Angry.
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