The fire of the night…

Heavily was it raining that night,
But the fire rose, higher
As if the sky it could ignite
And limitless sorrows it could acquire
‘The fire brings us might’
But the deceitful fire was a liar
Burning innocent souls was a gratification
Hypocritical consolation…

Heavily was it raining,
Blood and cries kept calling
But so helpless was I
I kept myself explaining
That ‘holy’ pain was not appalling
And I denied the same cry.

But I never understood why
How could such a thing they do?
Now, my conscience I deny
The secret that I always knew,
When asked, I did not reply
And the fire, with my conscience blew

Away, forever…

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