I am the fire that flows,
I am the storm on Earth.
Unleashing the anger, the peril within,
Seeking revenge, vengeance for my birth.
I bear this on my face,
I hold it up in my mind.
That when I needed this world the most,
Help was just so hard to find.
This thought is the only fuel I need,
To burn this blaze a little more.
To ask, once again, this Earth, What did I do?
That I had such a fate to bore.
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