Use my body to spark the fire that will burn all humanity into less than black ash
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This is the narrator¡¯s last wish
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Another bleeding poet with shattered fingers and a tendency to go blind upon request
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The flames stroke the heavens and we see nothing
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The flames scald the clouds and we see nothing
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The last grain of sand will shatter the hourglass and comfort will only be found within our nightmares
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The last grain of sand is gripped with shattered fingers
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Too blind to see the flames
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Too selfish to hold on
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Cremationism
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Circle Of Dead Children |