The fire that burns inside is but a whisper FAM the flames block out the noise naysayers like grains of sand pulling the plug to wrath. I acquiesce no more drowning in my own turbulence. Riptide of fire will do the same to be gentle and warm. Transform fire for warmth, to block out the cold fire for drowning the soul. Dry up your tears and yellow puddles become the desert to one another. Ares arid fire grind. This is the warrior's end of time