go ahead
I want you to
add fuel to the fire
douse me in gasoline
I want to burn
I want to breathe smoke
I want to ignite a passion in others
that will create a revolution
the hounds of hell
wait for me
and howl for my return
my body is charred
and covered in scars
from lessons I couldnt learn
But I know
behind these smoked out skies
the sun still shines
so that we may find our way
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