James Three

Who can resist, or diminish your flame, sometimes by a hungry kiss, hidden in a dangerous folly, it's a terrible waste, supplicants sway at your feet, those who think you are it, turn to me and say, are we being remiss, rain pools tick with heat, sunshine leaves them little space, no wind is fleeting, let them all go piss, you cry again, prayer will absolve us, for everything is least, to blow our troubles away, they'll fall from the tree, uncertain questions, fill our day, some fool seeks your justice, or whatever remains.