Someone sparkled a fire,
And we followed it;
Not aware,
You were the culprit.
But the prophecy from the oracle
Told about the end
Which was about to begin,
And the flame in you which grew within.
Yes, the oracle told us it was you!
Who planted the blossoms of fire
In us, and it was you!
Who was the cause of our ire.
Now the scorched weather darkens,
No light of the setting sun anymore –
Your blazing vision crumbles,
Our heads on the floor.
So time is up,
My friend, surrender;
It is obvious,
You are the firestarter.
Together, we will eradicate
The remnants of the burnt past,
Then we’ll hail the man
Whose talent didn’t last.
Repentant, saved, and delivered,
The truth’s serene waters will soothe us,
And you also will be healed,
Now that you are one of us.
Monday, March 19, 2007
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