Your voice sounds like the crackle of fire,
When a log splits in half and moves the embers around,
Spreading itself farther and becoming stronger.
Your voice sounds like the crunching leaves of the nearby field,
Feeding the inferno as it licks higher towards Heaven,
Consuming more and more until it seems uncontrollable.
Your voice sounds like the wooden foundations of houses,
When they crack and turn to ash,
Collapsing while smoke fills the rooms they once framed.
But my voice is like the subtle hiss of water,
When it throws itself on top of the flames.
My voice stops the fire,
And all of the destruction it has intended to create.
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