peace cannot exist today.
flashing spires crisp-burn at your mind's desires.
you burn the house you build.
a voice
cries but evaporates into the flame.
such a shame.
passion exists at the core of the troublesome desperation.
i cannot lie.
i cannot die.
fire breathes through my heart.
my soul weeps at the sight of smoke,
burn.
crash.
flames. destroy. all you have made me to be.
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