I'm fanning flames to a fire,
They'll simply never see.
Either they don't and can't,
Or can and turn the other cheek.

But when the fire creeps to their home up the street,
Then danger is imminent and they're blaming me.......

Us......

How is it living with a bomb displayed with descending numbers in which one cannot defuse?

Like contact from skydiving parachuteless,
To the ground,
Inevitability you can't refuse.

I get their views,
Unison, there is no two's.

Only stubbornness from ancestors to budge from in which they refuse as fools........


Searching for water for thirst,
In abundance to douse these ever lasting flames..

While they spectate and speculate,
Not even trying to learn my name....

To them it's a game,
A sick twisted one,
They feel they're always losing,

While up 100 points,
Running the score, it's SO confusing............

Love shall overcome,
As we breathe into our desires......

So the rain may come down,
And may extinguish all on fire......
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