answer:The world a carousel, by ardor charred, Swift currents drive this hasty, burning sphere; In fervent dance, the flames relentlessly scarred, While we hold tight, entwined in wildfire's sear.

answer:Emblazoned world, a carousel alight, In fervent spins, we feel the heat climb higher; In rapid-turning dance, fate takes its flight, Our lives consumed, a tempest sparked by fire.

answer:This scorching carousel whirls with intensity, Aflame with haste, the world alights and flies; In fiery rings, we chase infinity, As smoke and ardor fill the darkening skies.

answer:In fiery haste, the spinning world ignites, A carousel enflamed, we ride through fire; The moments' blaze, as burning days and nights, Embrace the race, a fervid dance, entire.