Night fell and left behind the scent of chaos

Flames spreading in darkness

show the way forward to the depraved

who dance in the firelight

casting shadows long and twisted

as they breathe in the falling ash and smoke

and drink the ichor flowing in the streets

The only thing left bitter enough to remind them 

that they are alive

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I’m so ready for summer.

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