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FIRE.
This is just another page on fire.
Another valve broke open to give me life.
Hanging on in sheer hope,
my name is raining down accompanying the goat.
Sometimes we listen
to the sound of peace throughout the years.
Give me the sign.
Ill dance around naked and await the line.
CONVULSE THE GROUND,
YOUR HANDS FEEL SOUND.
I AM GREEN AGAIN.
I'M FIRING SOUNDS TO YOU MY FRIENDS.
Another valve broke open to give me life.
Hanging on in sheer hope,
my name is raining down accompanying the goat.
Sometimes we listen
to the sound of peace throughout the years.
Give me the sign.
Ill dance around naked and await the line.
CONVULSE THE GROUND,
YOUR HANDS FEEL SOUND.
I AM GREEN AGAIN.
I'M FIRING SOUNDS TO YOU MY FRIENDS.
Published 5th Feb 2014
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