You can compare me to your blood
I too am fueled by oxygen
When irate, I grow stronger
But my anger leave lasting scars
Flood from my body will leave nothing of yours
Nothing left but a skeleton, devoid of flesh, pure
Cleansing the earth of good and bad through a shroud of smoke
I see no colours, just the degree to which I'm stoked
I am the most checked by my brothers
Without them, there would be no others