Fire
The toxicity of my continuous submission has climaxed.
Self pity has run its course through my veins igniting a disease disgusted fire.
Overfed flames accelerate by feasting on melancholy excuses and the long silent flicker roars towards its destiny of victory.
Servitude to a recycled past only stokes the long awaited premiere of an enveloping inferno.
The diagnosis of an inescapable prison succumbs to the final scorching triumph of freedom.
Self pity has run its course through my veins igniting a disease disgusted fire.
Overfed flames accelerate by feasting on melancholy excuses and the long silent flicker roars towards its destiny of victory.
Servitude to a recycled past only stokes the long awaited premiere of an enveloping inferno.
The diagnosis of an inescapable prison succumbs to the final scorching triumph of freedom.
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