I enjoy being the one.
Bring your steel smile,
Succumb to the inevitability, chopping away.
When you look up, no café can hold the guilt,
Strong bridges with strong souls.
I’ll Ignite my Torch.
Cutting away what you’ve done to me. There will only be air,
And there I’ll be; which leads to turmoil.
At the bridges tender fibers, make a doubtful glare,
Eradicating all paths, standing with the axe.
Blistering work for peace of mind; don’t fall off.
There will be no rebuilding when you dismember.
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