The Burn
You can't reason with him
He is trying to find us in our dens
We snarl and curse him at his approach, but fighting is futile
Still we coat our hides with pearlescent armor
We curse him every day of our lives
He will never know us by name
Without eyes yet he glares at our existence
And we will die
But he will never stop looking
For the sky is infinite
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