The fire that burns inside the torso blazes strong
Pumping boiling blood sustaining floods daily; surviving
The evils of fraudulent friends and careless relatives;
The flames arrange the pain in degrees, when death it occurs in threes;
From plague to disease, no matter the journey destiny can not be prearranged;
The heat of the fire burns waking desires to inspire
A nation into remission, pump it's brakes,
revert to when a cookout or barbecue transformed to a party after an hour or two;
The fire engulfed by flames unleashing suppressed grief, regret, and suffering;
Inferno gluttons caught up inside the suction of consumption,
another form of corruption slowly distracting the infrastructure;
From Black and proud to bleaching to blend their style, not that's foul;
The fire burns deep, still waters run wide;
So allow the wind to get beneath your wings and patiently glide
to the place where comradery is on the rise
