Flames of fury fly
in a raging, rampant roar
as fire flees its fate.
Water won't dare douse -
unless it's warped with whiskey,
wicked, wanton flames!
Suffocation seems
certain and soon. Seething sparks
smash a sacred earth.
Breathless. Battered. Burnt.
Air cooked - crackling, coarse and crisp
while lungs cry, bothered.
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