I have not stolen the fire, because I will receive much
not feel torment wrenching his soul and flesh
for what it was and did not end hatred and rancor let
trails behind
I have not stolen the fire,
every day because I have to be torn apart by what
fury you want to keep alive
only to commemorate what has been
live and foraging wood to its ara
I have not stolen the fire,
I only wanted to try again
not soar towards the sun but by every sunset
trying to free your heart from the usual
that stand out as the rock impediscon
I have not stolen the fire,
gods have not offended any
follow my instincts of selfishness perverse
and on the liver torn by the claws
every day, with pain to remember who I was
November 4, 2009
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