For God's sake spare your words,
Not to draw a red line,
Not to fight for what you've heard.
Those may be illusions
From your wrathful thoughs.
Still, you put your fingers on your mouth
And count to 6.
Fire
Fire
Fire
The bloody howls go round and round
Like a spinning disk.
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