Life starts with a spark
Flourishing from the embers
The warm orange glow
Giving life and taking it
A judge of all of our sins
Quite strange,is it not?
That something so powerful
is also so tame
We are the ones in control
And yet it can destroy us
The embers choose me
I am to control the flame
No,that is not it
I let the flame control me
I am nothing but a tool
This deadly game ends
But only when the world burns
My job is easy
I am but a conduit
The flames do all of the work
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