You're like a fire burning forests to the ground
You're like a canvas destroyed by bad art
Why would you request to die...
Burn oh fire burn
Take stock of lives lived by past prophets
Making fools of themselves only to be redeemed by God
Somewhere smiling down of those that once made fun
Take up your burden and walk into oblivion
Make sure the priest have all forgotten and that the noblemen aren't looking
Secrets are best shared between lovers in the dark
Yet the internet has ruined the excitement of surprise and anticipation
Don't worry about the headlines of tomorrows paper
As it affects your outcome very little
The history books will one day read
.. and it burned all around
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