AS YOU STAND THERE BY THE FIRE, BLENDS THE CONFUSION OF DESIRE
LAID UPON THE FUNERAL PYRE, A BILLION YEARS OF MUD AND MIRE
HOW IT VEERS AND CAREENS, JUST LIKE A MOVIE PICTURE SCENE
THE FATAL LUCK THERE IN THE WRECK, SHATTERED LIVES AND BROKEN NECKS
SO NOTHING IS AS IT SEEMS, THE SHINY THINGS WILL CEASE TO BE
THE MONSTERS AND THEIR EVIL MEANS, WILL VANISH WITH THEIR PUTRID GREED
FROM THE FLAMES THE ASHES SENT, FROM REMAINS THE SPIRIT REND
ABOVE ALL MONSTERS AND THEIR THINGS, USHERED FORTH ON ANGELS’ WINGS
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