awake. arise from your sleep
and shrug off all your earthly dreams
for tonight we dance
a never ending circle around a flame extending it's hands to God
spin the circle tighter
ensnare the flame like a finger wrapped in string
until it's choked out
and we are dancing on it's corpse
charred remnants of the life we destroyed
but ah doesn't it feel good to play God?
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