The fire in me burning bright,
To added fuel to the false delight,
I have rolled on the ignorant sheet,
Of worldly might with no insight,
The fire in me spreading wide,
Touching every little dried weed,
The weak souls give up the spirits,
Attachment controls my every minute,
The fire in me rising high with intense heat,
Anything with and without water not sustain,
Children of others not mine, a coward and a swine,
The fire in me kindled with tactics of Me and Mine.
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