The time is not certain
Neither is the place
Where the fire started
Where everything went south
We blame everyone, including
Eachother
Playing the blame game
That no one will ever win
The Great Fire
The Angry Man
Sleepless nights like this
My thoughts goes out to
My dead father
He used to blame me
For our bad relationship
I was not thankful enough
But life is not a gift but a
Punishment
Why should I be thankful
For being punished?
I pity that lonely angry man
Still alive somewhere
Inside my head
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