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Fires
Dancing with the flame
Who are you going to blame?
There ain't no body going to be in my bed tonight
Does it matter if that is wrong or right?
Hatred, Love and Lust are compared to flames
All are sometimes played as games
Who are you going to blame?
There ain't no body going to be in my bed tonight
Does it matter if that is wrong or right?
Hatred, Love and Lust are compared to flames
All are sometimes played as games
Published 14th Nov 2012
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17th Dec 2012 3:41am
Anything that consumes eventually becomes a game. You wake up, you might die by the end of the day. You have a handful of things to achieve. The end result? Tactics become the game. The game turns around and consumes the player.
When hatred love and lust are all that you can feel anymore. Flames run hot I trust. Games gun your war. Reframe and bust out of there I implore!
When hatred love and lust are all that you can feel anymore. Flames run hot I trust. Games gun your war. Reframe and bust out of there I implore!
17th Dec 2012 4:25am
