My anger twist like the fire you once set,

Lunging out, ready to consume all in its path.

The anger you had now resides in me, passed down from generation to generation.

It consumes me like the smoke that fills my lungs,

The evil parasites lashed on like drugs.

Foregiviness speaks no longer,

For it was you who sent me to those flames.

I used to be scorched by your flames,

Now you are consumed by mine.

I sense your agony and sorrow,

Yet, like the fire, I reduce everything to ash.

Your words like gasoline,

Your punches like a match,

You burned me first, but still, you beg for forgiveness.