Anyway, here is the intro from the arsonist's point of view:
* * *
This is the city you once knew.
The one you lived within the thick of,
all its bricks and steel and mortar and told yourself “At least
this will never come to pass”.
The fire beats deep within your bones
and the cries you roar are drowned within the hot ash and broken
cries of a thousand others.
The bricks blacken and the streets turn
white from the overturned ash of a million stampeding feet and the
smoke never settles for the fire refuses to have its hunger sated.
Smoke curls around every street lamp
and limb of the tree to invite the city in.
People push and shove against the walls
of flesh that crowd their way from getting out of the jungle they
live in.
The flames don't get louder. They are
content with their own being and they dance and celebrate the miracle
of being free and alive.
Who are you to judge the flame?
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