The undulating fire
cleaves the crust's attire.
The nature is begging for its survival
because her own son is her rival;
filling poison in her lungs,
for his avaricious survival.
But the nature will inflict some punishment
For the human's evil judgement,
By burning those spooky houses
who nurtured these devils,
Destructing the houses,
who feeder these evils.
So that the future could get a glimpse of the attire;
Which could have been devasted by a forest fire...
©chirag
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