Two brothers one goal!!

Fire


It sits coldly, silently in the corner,

the master of deception, a tool of hate.

It shines, glows, and controls.

It’s black beauty masters the soul.

One touch is death.

It’s purpose is to kill.

Living only with a touch of life.

Owning many a heart.

Breathing fire soon becomes an art.

I see it in the corner tempting loyalty.

I tear away never to touch.

Once breathing fire never is one the same.

Put them all in the corner,

and you will show a loyalty to society.

Bury it, Burt it quick, or “BANG”

the fight begins.

 

 

 

 

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