

Red FlameDeathRed Flame
Ocean of red flame, Consuming the sky. Endless, ongoing. Fire red as blood. Blood spilt upon the firmament, I know that I must die Great tongues of flame, Lapping o’er the sky. This but nature’s cruel game, I know that I must die. Like kinds of pain framing the Endless sky, The red blood, spilt, spreads onwards. I know that I must die. What a work of art is this, the sky? The billowing clouds that grace the great expanse, Are still as stone, seeming to know that I... The very last glimpses of blue are lost, As
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"We're burning down the highway skyline."
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"We're burning down the highway skyline."
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( . .) Art my only lover
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BUNNY!
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"We're burning down the highway skyline."
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