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fire said, burning's great
2026-10-03
fire illuminates the way
but i'm not here to walk
i'm here to illuminate
the way my parents fucked
motherfucker done something right
i'm here to lead
i'm here to fuck shit up
i'm here to
i'm here to
i'm here to
i'm here to
i'm here to
i'm so far gone i'm not here
but get there and i'm there
dancing flames shooting up my face
sparked up my eyes, my eyes sparked up
nothing still
nothing still
i look
nothing still
nothing was
except that, that was
it kept moving, so did i
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