For when my words burn

My voice is a fire.


It holds the power


to burn down every house in sight


every building, every door,


entire towns


and in its path


leave a soil more fertile


than the one of before.


So know that when I try


to tell you you are wrong


or to educate you


and it seems like my words


are setting you aflame,


it is not your destruction;


it is your creation.


Do with your new self what you please.

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