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Fire
Fire burning the land for
miles around
One man, one match, one campfire.
The blaze was an array of colors,
Too bad you were incinerated
And could not see the glory
Of your masterpiece.
Other humans were taught a fiery lesson
About the dangers they are capable of.
Still, they might bestow an end to the world,
But, you did show them the havoc,
The wreckage, and the carnage
A single person can create.
It was beautiful
To watch the evil people bubble and burst,
Their flesh oozing as it was turned into a molten mound.
A few bodies combusted, their inhabitants feeling less pain,
But others died screaming, calling out your name.
To all, you are famous,
To few, you are heroic.
This was your swan song;
Your parting dance;
Your destructions that spanned centuries
Have now been halted.
Some pyromaniacs might try to copy you,
But none are capable of your power.
A group might be able to cause the same amount of slaughter,
A tribe could possibly equal your distance,
But not even the world's whole population combined
Could match your tremendousness.
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