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The Fire
The thought of human ash turns me on,
The burnt flesh peeling off,
The pain and fear in their eyes,
It’s so beautiful, so gorgeous,
It’s the definition of love,
I love seeing them scream and cry,
The smoke from them is so clear,
It’s so clean, so pure, I want it all,
Let me keep their ashes,
So I can remember the beautiful moment,
It’s like a broken record,
Constantly playing over and over in my head,
The sweet music of their screams,
If only I could talk to the dead,
I want to feel their pain,
Oh so beautiful,
The image of this act is beyond amazing,
Hearing their insides sizzle and break,
Their skin getting rough and dry,
Smelling the ash,
It’s what I long for,
Kissing them as they burn,
Loving every moment,
I want more of it,
I need it now,
God forgive me,
I burnt his creation,
And enjoy every moment of it,
I shall do it again,
And never stop,
Until the day God takes my soul.
The burnt flesh peeling off,
The pain and fear in their eyes,
It’s so beautiful, so gorgeous,
It’s the definition of love,
I love seeing them scream and cry,
The smoke from them is so clear,
It’s so clean, so pure, I want it all,
Let me keep their ashes,
So I can remember the beautiful moment,
It’s like a broken record,
Constantly playing over and over in my head,
The sweet music of their screams,
If only I could talk to the dead,
I want to feel their pain,
Oh so beautiful,
The image of this act is beyond amazing,
Hearing their insides sizzle and break,
Their skin getting rough and dry,
Smelling the ash,
It’s what I long for,
Kissing them as they burn,
Loving every moment,
I want more of it,
I need it now,
God forgive me,
I burnt his creation,
And enjoy every moment of it,
I shall do it again,
And never stop,
Until the day God takes my soul.
Published 16th Jul 2014
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