[b]the Friendly Fire
a couple years back, me and my buddies went out camping.
they all got trashed and went to crash for some revamping,
and I sat all alone beside the dying remenants of a bon fire,
I chugged down the last of my beer and was about to retire,
when I heard a small voice, almost at the bottom of my skull,
it spoke of hate and hardship,H2O and dirt that made it dull,
I turned slowly, and saw the flames licking high into the air,
destruction at it's finest; the power to unmake seeming fair,
each word that pulsed at me made their heat and light grow,
the fire speaking to me, telling me a thousand stories of woe,
*the flames speak*
I was a small spark, burnng tobacco to the mouth,
carried through a forest; the man was headed south,
I was flicked away, and oxygen called to me like life,
the next thing I knew, I ignited, I was a red hot knife,
ripping through the forest, killing anything in my way,
and the ground there remains dead black to this day.
Another day, another place, I was controlled in a hearth,
light and heat for a family; they watched Wayne and Garth,
the kids wouldn't shut up, and their father was getting mad,
and their nattering continued, until things finally got bad,
Dad snapped, he stood and started beating on his children,
Mom tried to stop him, she looked like she would kill him,
but he pushed her into me, she wailed and cried in agony,
but I couldn't resist, her flesh just wouldn't stop feeding me,
she got up and tried to extinguish the flames. I was spread,
around the room, trapping the family. now they're all dead.
I burned every one to a crisp, their remains now lay at peace,
life goes on, this proved to me that I'm an untamable beast.
I've killed every kind of animal that resides on this Earth,
I've plagued nations, I've taught cooks what they're worth.
I've destryoed and created, I've helped major discoveries,
I've made;so many things wouldn't exist if it weren't for me,
I've got the power to destroy you as I speak you right now,
I've got the heat of sun, and I've got the strength of a plow,
I've got a fear of Water,and I passionately lust for the wind,
I've mudered brutally, but I never ever feel like I have sinned,
I've got a belief in God, I am as human as anyone you've met,
I've loved, and I've hated, and I've felt guilt and I've died too,
I've been born, I've gotten men high, and I've injured you.
*back to me*
The fire began to get angry with me for not undertanding,
constantly yelled louder; I didn't get what he was demanding,
for me to see that he was human? how could that be true?
it was true simply because fire has feelings like me and you,
each life it takes, each meal it makes, each time it heats hands,
when it connects with its love, air, it respectfully stands,
but nobody sees this,it's just an object for our amusement,
the last words exited my head;I thought on how we abuse it.
I went to sleep that night, thinking it had just been a fake,
perhaps the booze got to me, it had been a huge mistake,
how it reeked of destruction and evil animosity and strife,
my eyes closed, and I dreamt of being a burning light of life.
moral: things are not what they seem
I tried to twist this around a bit....I don't know how well it worked
...maybe I just should've used something about war and friendly fire.....
anyway, I was bored, so I dropped early.
Peace