As if it were nothing,
we barely watch the
flamethrower in the sky
as the ball of fire
hurtles through space,
racing across the
heavens
with the power and
speed of a god.
Slicing through the
night
with a spear of
molten lava he comes,
blindingly brilliant
and raging,
terrible in his
majesty,
unknown to his
subjects.
Immediate destruction,
no hand could stay
the power unleashed,
the magnificent
incineration,
witnessed on
occasion, if that,
as if it were
nothing.
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| The flamethrower. |
