Why do people find joy

Around a fire?

Are they not aware 

That I living thing is burning?

Or do they feel power

That they have captured a beast?

Or do they just stare

At the brilliant flames?

I dread the fire,

It is part of the devil

And will try to escape

To burn down what we have

On the earth above

And carry them down

To his cave.

So think what you will,

But I think the devil

Is present when there is a fire,

And will see you though the flames.

The End

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