With ferocity bestowed, on earth by father
sun,
Flinted stone, rubbed sticks, is how it all
begun,
Hunt roasted, light given & cold hands
warmed,
But danger had been born & man duly
warned.
Danced around in circles & Gods above
be praised,
The arsonist, in delirium, has all in sight
now razed,
To cleanse & in licking tongues of crimsoned
flame,
Eradicating sin & all removing man´s known
blame.
Licking, lapping, sparks of warmth before the
hearth,
Guiding torch held by rover, lighting up a murky
path,
Elemental energy, held within men´s
grasping hands,
Fire of sun the father, bestowing growth in
every land.
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