Burning in the Night

Fire burns itself into a mist today.  I see the eyes of the host, and the endearing crew of Indy.  The blaze of the Beaver and the one night of South Dakota on me.  Being in me was even better than just taking a sneak peak at my firetrap complex.  The Colonial was world famous with its mystical lights downstairs.  He held me and we spoke and I encouraged him to go back to his hotel.  The state of a ring, I cannot remember, but I do know that he was special.  It was Muncie that called fire to me, but it was Indy that I actually spoke to and was assisted by firemen.  I got to meet the tag team fire chiefs at the official union fire bar.  They just let me in one night after work.  I was exhausted and led to go there.  The Union hall was down the street.  I felt the spirits of both of my grandfathers there.  There was so much these men did not share with family and community.  I now feel a similarity.  Fire explodes and recedes around me, but the relation of fighter to flame became linked to acts of culmination around me in Muncie.  So much greed, and me forced to tend to every need, left the town liable for a shutdown of all federal servicies.  That is why I was able to leave.  There is never mercy around me.  I would just say Starbucks crew, I love you.  You are the most good looking and compassionate firefighters that have ever existed.  There was nothing you could have done about what happened in that ambulance.  When I reported, if you would have intervened, you would have felt shame, and that is dangerous to me at that point in the game.  Today, grab a ball and throw it in the hall.  I am not fire to you.  We will have a top crew, but explosives need a new check check in witchery land.  We will use fire base on ENERGY PARK DRIVE in St. Paul.  Welcome the Irish crew that is coming through.  They are a lot like you, and thus I will not say.  They are in YOUR vicinity.  I am at the MOA. (Train thought MOA plan to you, check check).