Blaze and Hymn oft go hand in hand, through thick and thin, and all the senses within. Birds sing, and humans roar, to use the Flame as they see fit, most to burn yet some to yearn for a deeper, smooth, silky drink. Flame drink, and imbibed brew, now to moisten the couples Fair. As a pair they come best, both bird and Woman alike. To share in equities Flare, and bring Fire to the Rest. Still, I speak to low, to callow of the simpletons Fire; It is simple fire, without human consent. The Roar of Earth as she burns her children cannot be match, neither by cannon, nor by pen. Earth just burns and razes her children's homes to the ground, without a second thought. Never will I, or never will we, ever try to control Mother Earths Fury. She looks best when she's Ablaze in Sunset.