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I feel like the ending of Scarface; in a cocaine rage, exhaling propane and writhing in pain, forced to confess a second rising is in vain as my destiny manifests. As I fall into that final rest, there is the sense of a soothing a caress, yes; my Helens of Troy… I tried to destroy our love but the Purge’s backlash put me in the last months of Johnny Cash; trapped in a ring of fire with ghost riders circling in the sky. They say as you die your life will flash by, so look deeply in my eye.