The Fire

the fire is raging on.
its flames eating the trees.
if only you could feel the heat,
you can see it too.
its flames burst red and orange.
its sparks fly like birds.
this flame is higher than any skysraper,
its almost as long as your city,
this i am sure.
the path it makes is black,
and no more or less.

this fire will never end,
for it is the fire inside my head.

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