I am a spark.
Powerless, now.
Will You smother the weak?
Will You stamp out the wavering?
It's fuel.
You’re giving me fuel.
I will grow.
Time will flicker, flash, and my flames shall spread.
They will find You.
You shouldn't have tried to break the kindling.
They are my reason to burn.
They will be my reason to burn You.
The ground will scorch, the air will smolder.
It will be incandescent.
You will be ash.
Not one will find You.
Not one will look.
My fire will linger, dance, wait for another like You.
And I will burn again.
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