Now although there is no pain
But sooner or later
It will come back again
And so it haunts,
For it craves
For a soul to kill,
For a soul to slay
Its blood is its water
Its flesh is its bread
And it sucks out a life
Within a single breath
The fire all around me
As I watch the flames engulf me
The pain feels so heavenly
Whilst ashes char my hands eternally
I sit and watch the oceans
While I am enveloped in its grace
Compared to being freed
The agony is much more to my taste.
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