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I am a fire
Born from the ground of void
Raised by the woods of greed
Nurtured by the heat of ego
Trapped under the rain of humiliation
Blown away by the wind of guilt
But the more they tried to cage me
and tame me
the more I burnt their entire land
Absorbing all the air around me
So my flame would grow
Bigger, greater, wilder
I rushed to the hurricane
extended my hands to the striking lightning
reached the bolt of Heaven
In a blink of eye
I leaped to the atmosphere
then returned to Earth, changed into blue
A shining, luminescent, piercing blue flame
I devoured green and yellow grasses
mocking the glaring Sun
I cut stones and irons into pieces
making the Moon shiver
I stood anywhere under the sky
Yet I belong nowhere
I only lightened up myself
inside an absolute space of nothing
back into where I was born
Void, emptiness, shame
I need to continue
burning everything on my way
I have no one by my side
other than my own light and warmth
waiting them to be consumed
back to where I came from
We were born from Hell
and to Hell we shall return
I am a rose
Born from the dark soil
Fertilized by tears
Nourished by desperation
My budding was fragile
Wild grass and floating dandelions laughed
As I blossomed
many tried to crush me
to rip my leaves off
My petals dried, wrinkled, darkened
Some have fallen, still
Death didn’t let me wither, nor decay
Fresh red water blessed me
bringing my true color back
sharpening my thorns
Tiny needles grow into blades
turning anything that tried to touch me
into more water
To moisture my soil
so my roots will grow stronger
letting my scent lull them into sleep
before they fell, buried beneath me
I lure breathing creatures
to dig themselves
into my strangling
leaving them rot into bones
extending my reach, higher to the sky
Until, my ground is full
and I ran out of water
The bones perished into dust
I will no longer have roots to stand on
my soil will turn into ashes
and my colors will fade
then finally, disappear with the nightwind
back into where I was born
Darkness, weakness, oblivion
I need to guard myself
I have no one by my side
other than my own petals
and my wet thorns
We were born from Hell
and to Hell we shall return
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