Burned this skin
with a cigarette
this jesters days
not over yet
so drink your fill
of sad regret
with hands of time
to help forget
and shake off these
coats of treachery
with open arms
to finally see
you can never
call them your 0wn
Y0ur Fire
and Y0ur Brimstone
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