Fire Time

Slack jawed, crying to the Lord
A list of lamentations we've compiled
A dark dense pestilence
Is swarming now, the fires have arrived

Hard hit, back lit
A flash of lightning's cracking up again
And it laughs down at the dry ground
And lets the old theologies sink in

It's fire time, a foul mood
Hangs on smoke and ash
A strong wind cuts in
And asks an old flame to dance

Tinderbox, red hot
Flares and embers cross the sky
While slurry planes drop red rain
A bucket load of temperance at a time

Black winged, smoke screens
Ripple down the mountainside in waves
A torch lights, dark nights
And it's growing closer by the day

It's fire time, a foul mood
Burns our lungs and eyes
A smell clings of scorched things
That incense can't disguise



Credits
Writer(s): Kipp Elliot Bentley
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