Firestorm


I crawled up out of an unremarkable patch of ground
Jealous of an unworthy crown
And I promised myself
All my old fears be damned

I'm double bent with burden
And there's a fine line
Between what I can handle
And what I must leave to Atlas

You underestimate how far I can get
But I can bide my time
Waiting for my thrown stones to set
To climb back up my jagged back

Stones pressing on my spine
And I've got half a mind
To give into the weight, and crumble
But I'm not that humble

Now I'm peering down
Down from my peak
And I hope you've got an ounce of faith
Because from up here you look weak

And my firestorm leaves nothing in its wake

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