There’s emptiness

Wherever I’m stranded by a jealous wind

The cold boards souls indoors

From the fires I wield

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Burning down in secret

I’m but a passing glimmer

Sent to aimless soar

And fall into cinders

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All is quiet

Whenever I turn to ash

As pain’s battle cry resounds

In my war-torn spirit

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It lives to invade

The passive hearts of passersby

Seething and sprawling

Setting hallowed worlds afire