Fire and Ice

November 24, 2011
The heat, The intensity,
They pain me to the bone.
I can feel death coming faster as the heat rises.

The cold, The dullness,
They calm me till my death awaits.
The wars they cause no peace remains. The world still spins in a treterous state.

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