produces warmth to all near.
When touched, it scars;
marking its territory and spreading fear.
Colors bounce up and down;
making it easy to spot for the human eye.
It vibrates through the air;
creating massive destruction everywhere.
But does it only to be recognized.
To destroy of smother in a certain place is simply putting a life in danger;
but to save others is generosity and doing a favor.
You and it don't mix;
yet you still play and fool even if you know its planning a trick.
At last you know all about it;
will you leave it alone in its own pit?
Or will you do the out of the ordinary;
leaving it to once more mark its territory.
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