Read into it what you will, Protaggers.

Grind it out, stub it out,

Just put it out somehow,

One spark is all that's needed,

And it burns a forest down.

The dancing and the flickering

May thrill a jealous heart,

But an envious soul will not care

If you'd rather burn or drown.

A flame is suited to a candle,

Making harmless sputtering sounds,

But it stops being easy to handle,

When it rips the trees apart.

My weakness is my downfall;

It's why these fires start.

When you can't tell Autumn leaves from inferno,

And sunset sky from flaming ground,

Then maybe people will see it's reckless

To throw lit smokes* around.

The End

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