To speak for you is to
Turn you so that you do
Not burn on one side and
Get charred for then you
Would lose your worth.
They strung you up with these.
Shish kebob on the skewer
For they knew you would bring
Flavor to a world attacked by
Lack of flavor.
Now that I lean you on this side
The honors is on you to tell me
When you ate ready to go on to the
Table for a hungry world awaits you
Like this poem, ready to devour every
Bit of you.
The fire you ate in also wants these
Bits of you, you part with
Grudgingly as you sizzle in t
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