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I live and breath, a fire igneous
I live and breath, a fire igneous, blood spills from my veins. I stand alone upon this rock and cry aloud. To my knees I drop and pray. This world is all I know today, but from it soon I’ll leave. To the heavens I did run from the gates of hell, but somewhere in between I fell, lie upon the grave. My soul it screams forever free.
