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Feb 2018
I wanted to know what happened to my ghastly fire
Because wherever there is smoke they have to give me fire.

I tried to come out with all my gunnery blazing
But those guns refused to go and see  fire.

It was like they had told me I could work
That same day they said my friend I had to be fire

I tried to speak to the people around me
When I had an idea it would not catch the  fire

These people would not even go through drizzle
While I told them I would go through hell fire.

So I had to remove Michael from the situation
They said I was uninspired, I said I fought fire with fire.
Written by
Michael Kusi  28/M
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