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Forces.

I love the term 'wildfire' open for interpretation. like fire has a desire, or will for manipulation. fire is a FORCE not a wild beast you can not coerce it will only feast and when the food depletes its power and life too until ignition repeats causing need for fiery food this is hard to grasp as man desires, no, requires control for us to last for something to be uncontrolled leaves the possibility of tales to be told of human death and misery its laughable to think the lighting at out tips takes time to think of where in life it sits we don't control forces we work around them. we control being like dogs and horses for their eyes have minds behind them. a force is not controlled A beast only appeased But mess with these things old And soon you last breath, will be breathed.
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