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The fire

Little boy is a big man now

He has changed, but how?

His rage is like a fire.

It will make us fall after

That the flame burns,

Surround us all.

We all thought that the shadows were evil.

That was before we raised the devil.

The darkness is still there,

Illuminate by a red glimmer.

Fear took another face,

Anger transformed its shape.

Big man's awesome beauty let us breathless

Until he turned in a horrible ugliness.

We could laugh with him

Now we have to fight against him.

He was kind and loving,

Now he is bad and terrifying.

Evil is born,

Good is dead.

The sun shining through the day

Is now the fire burning in the night.

Born for a great destiny, our friend

Collapse suddenly in the depth of a dark fate.

Little boy is a monster now.