Fires

succored by the cradle-rocker

the child waits until the dawning

caressed by his mother’s love

he simply composes her life

constraints demanding fallacies

rejected by the truth lying in wait

peaceful is the mill of philosophy

endangered by jealousy and hatred

a liaison for all the liars

Old Gooseberry starts the fires

burning nameless and countless crowds

in the name of the last resort

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