|From Visual Counterpoint|
The fire burns and ash becomes dust,
The wind blows and air becomes heavy,
The light is dimmed and darkness reigns,
Vision is impaired. False steps taken
Only circle the source of heat,
Then add more fuel to the flames.
How is this fire quenched for ever?
When water turns to steam and drives
A greater force than fire alone,
Clouding the vision even more,
Rising from the flames like a ghost,
And haunting the graveyard of truth.
Who wants to bury righteous rage?
No one that I shall ever respect,
It shall ever rise to challenge
Corruption, deceit and deception,
So do not dial nine nine nine,
This fire burns in hell for you and me.