Change through the flame, a difference after everything is burned away. |
-Let It Burn- by Keaton Foster See this match Know the flame An arsonist at heart With no desire to play any game Having only a deep seeded need To allow things to be changed Even if change matters least of all Let it burn No kindling will be required Limited fuel is needed Ignition is by chance Happenstances Ridiculous little dance Within a vortex of vibrant red The true essence of a difference Continually this Such a dangerous game Upon the wind Is further being played What is meant to burn Will be feeding the flames Destruction made sufficient By the carnivorous actions Of such chemical processes It will all be burned Until everything is consumed Devoured by the darkness Hidden within the light Clues given off for those few Who can see with any clarity Let it burn Further add substance to the flame Mix in inextinguishable items That cannot withstand the heat Allow the inferno to rage Far beyond any reasonable control Screaming everything new As it wipes out the old As it reduces all that was Into ashes of what no longer is Finally Without question Despite such apprehension Nothing is all that can remain Pain, ample and righteous Suffering, belligerent inside Building within the chest Leaving those few The ones sent to burn The ones marked for the grave Screaming in absolute ways Jesus, God above Make this all stop Pointless, after the fact What a waste Never will the heat go away Never will what is meant To be burned be without flame Vicious is the cycle Terrifying is this game Standing here with the match in hand Watching again and again As more is added to the pile Of what is to be reduced To ashes upon the wind Let it burn... Let It Burn Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |