The Fire Within

There is no reclamation

Until all is lost,

No reincarnation

Until the end of life

To be born is to be alive

To be alive is to wait for death

To wait for death is to die

To die is to be born again

The world must see someday

Life is same as death

And must be suffered

If only it is worth the trouble

But neither is death, then

Worth a chance

If it is to be born again

To sit here and wonder

“To be, or not to be:

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles”

Feed the hungry man, I say

Covered in dirt and shit

Lift his soul off its sorrow

Burn him then. Burn him tomorrow

Wish them luck, the lovers

Romanticizing their future

Wish them grandeur and might.

Burn them, then. Light up the night.

Torch the ground, I say

Flay the sky

Burn everything

Then burn the ashes.

Burn the world

Until all is smoke

You can’t burn smoke

Then burn yourself.

And be born again.

And burn again.