Gone like freshly burned ambers in the wind
The sinister laughs of convicts swarm me
The face of my dismay has truly grinned
My feelings of anticipation flee
The forest crumbles around as I burn
Left with the charred debris of a dire pain
Still I dread twisted minds for which I yearn
Smothering me with your maternal chain
See my fire burn with a glistening force
Thousands of growing flames atop the town
Nonetheless I fear your absent remorse
Intensifying flames in which they frown
However you have forgotten one day
That every fire shall tire and fade away

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