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A fine line--What crosses it?

 A fire


One of which boosted humanity

To the lavish stories, it now stands


Its warmth,

Embraced the circle that

Stands before it

Uniting all


Its heat,

Changed civilization

From a bunch of 

Wild pack animals

Into decently

"Civilized"


No longer was gore involved in daily manners.

Chow cooked

Garbs warmed

Cruel Nature no longer dictated

The customary hypothermia


Decrees set in place

For all who break will

Undoubtedly succumb

To its raging embers


But rash Prometheus

Knew of the consequences

At jeopardy

When offering this grant


A fire of its own raged inside

Its heat

As magnificent as the sun themselves

No fuel,

Ever required

Burning viciously since

God's composition of Earth


Ripping everything of vitality

With the dull forces of stars

Cascading down on barren wasteland

Leaving the cold universe

Limp

Its echo

Far distant of

The void it once

Illuminated

With the strength of

The Heavens


Centering everything on

One planet


Energy,

so violent

Imbued in all beasts


So fire had scaled the

Walls of abomination

Down till barely recognizable


So when god's test came down

Mistaken for the devil's treachery

Civilization punished

With the full exquisite of god


Tainting the very aisles of purity

With

---Bloodshed---


Soon society

Forgo the very

Promise of eternal paradise

For finite vindication


----Fire,

United and pilfered

Its might, 

At its pristine

Never crafted for humanity


Perhaps some powers

Are reserved for

-----------------God

Comments

  1. Alan BishopOctober 24, 2024 at 7:43 AM

    This piece represents the fine line between vengeance and justice with historical references to the French revolution. This is ingrained in all society on the weight of which justice is carried out such as the 8th amendment.

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