my shirt is on fire. I'm burning up. it feels bad. please stop drop and roll. it would be best in a situation like this. but no instead vi start muttering phrases and speaking in tongues. my auburn hair can now only be described as burn yet i stay the course with my gypsy words. the volcano is in doubt of whether i am alive. so it blows out its cannon fire bun me alive. I'm still not dead but my clothes have not survived. and i yell at the volcano,"you can't eat me alive!"right at the top, by the blow hole. i mammer till beat red while my shoes cringe to mold. how old should i be to discover tranquility."I'll eat you alive:contrive, contrive, contrive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" and that scares me shit-less but my **** doesn't burn it just stains my broken skin but th?is volcano shall never be my urn! mammer>real talk. what can you say to that? It spits a little more, i still don't fight back.the trees don't survive. they burn in a line of two. what do i do? my oxy gen is gone and the last equation needs an answer to become a god. my song is still being muttered under my breath. this wave of erosion "will bury you soon." Carcases arrive here at the scene. they look like ants but magnified my their suffering. it's funny to see. I'm hungry for more"give me some more" and the volcano gives more. a baby comes at my feet, burnt alive. i swallow every piece as each newborn arrives. varnish my soul and the symbols have yet to implode. so ill continue mam-mering until they implode. "volcano name me as your next prodigy""enemy you bastard never never never" magma starts puttering over the cliffs and rip skin from my scalp. i just see the veins of my arms. my legs aren't real. they've now puddled. so what when i scream they'd be useless anyway.cloud lower and fog is around. my eyes look at the back of my head. i start laughing yell"coward and the devil rises from the pit. his hopes were for some offerings yet he gets me instead."what are you now? my son of the sky.""my riddle was revealed and now you've failed as my god!" he starts to puddle as well as the skies. seven days after a the world is revised.
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