Fire can not pass through water
To consume the frogs:
While i was just a frog
Innocent, leaping my happy way;
You have been my water
All these while, untill suddenly
You became a fire, a fierce one...
Though i have lost my dreadlocks in your laps,
Lost two good eyes,
And made to drag the millstone
Round and round,
I shall still trace your pillars
And pull you down.
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