Fire resistant flowers, standing defiantly against the flames.
I walk through this cur-sed land, the sky ripped with pain.
Flames so hot they burn bright white,
A cruel snow coated joke,
...
Screaming out through blood stained tears behind these eyes of glass
Smashing hands against the panes praying that it’s my last,
Must see past this lifeless gaze, see what lies beneath,
This battered soul, this forgotten dream,
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