I once ignited a fire to light our world,
I once stomped the ashes to be reborn.
I once was the fire that you tendered
I once burned to keep you warm.
Then the harsh cold came and threatened
The flood came and washed me away.
The wind blew, flickering my existence
I dimmed and not even the world saw it.
Only the darkness we want clouds us
Only the obscurity we hope covers us
Only the hatred that we feed on seems life
I became nothing but a dying fire
I became nothing but a stifled warmth
I became nothing but a blown ash.
I died because you quenched me
And you never knew.

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