You start of as merely a spark,
A harmless little flame,
But you grow to be deadly
A fire, no longer tame.
You start of as merely a drop,
A drop of water from heaven,
But you grow to be deadly,
A flood, no longer sane.
You start of as merely a shiver,
A friction, a shake
But you grow to be deadly,
An earthquake, made to break.
You start of as merely a thought,
A flickering idea
But you grow to be deadly,
A plan...
A goal...
A finish line...
An addiction...
A killer, beyond change.
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