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The spark of light, it seems divine,
The flames will feed, ignite and rise.
Your mortal body, weakly flesh
It bends, it breaks it turns to mesh.
The fire in your restless core,
It burns, it rages, earns for more.
It cries,whales, and twists in pain,
The pulse, its scorching, it wont abstain.
But when that flame is snuffed at last,
The abstract shapes are left way back.
The fire, it used to burn with raging might
It now shrinks, losing its light.
But what is the body, void with light,
If not a shell that bears no name???
Keep your fire, let it burn untamed.
For the flame, is your one true claim.
The flames will feed, ignite and rise.
Your mortal body, weakly flesh
It bends, it breaks it turns to mesh.
The fire in your restless core,
It burns, it rages, earns for more.
It cries,whales, and twists in pain,
The pulse, its scorching, it wont abstain.
But when that flame is snuffed at last,
The abstract shapes are left way back.
The fire, it used to burn with raging might
It now shrinks, losing its light.
But what is the body, void with light,
If not a shell that bears no name???
Keep your fire, let it burn untamed.
For the flame, is your one true claim.
