Commit this to fire… convert our past to ash
It’s our wicked plan… our distain for our lives… our cause never found and you picture last laid down yesterday… illustrate your desires… play out your taste and make me believe you, more so than I thought possible yesterday… use your voodoo… lay to rest my passionate needs… bore me to death… lay out you plan, take your stand… bleed me dry, make your move… we all have more than we need… we are all less fortunate… we all cause this… and we all need be cleansed… violate my pride circumvent my trust… exponentially increasing my pain… scar me, use me… taste me, invade my space… penetrate my mind… setting up shop 24/7 your billboard vast and obstructive… such a distraction… such a waste of space… but like all people drawn to automobile accidents… I am drawn in… we look with nary a concern in our eyes… inevitably finding our gaze has little to do with the welfare of those evolved… appreciably more to do with the amount of carnage we can ingest… our collective hearts beating with anticipation… akin to the running of the bulls in spain… we are all patiently waiting for the impaling to begin… so set your line… I’ll be along in good time… just set your bait and sit back and wait… sending out letters to tell of my fate…
So I have adoration for fire… the flame… that little friend that seeks fuel… not unlike the rest of us.
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