Like the wind
Let the fire burning your mane burn the souls
Of what we have done
How we have tortured and tormented the world
But your run at best is futile
The human race has gone vile
Wretched and twisted
Lost and distraught
Greed and malice
Jealousy and depravity have sprung forth
You shall just burn and die
Those who caused the fire won't care
Some like me will cry for a moment
And then return to our indifference
Run steed
Die, just die
Take all your brethren with you
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