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Fire soaked eyes

Burned my soul

Spurned my goad

Smoke arose as deeper pain

I saw it all

Feral in it's teeth

Yearning for peace

Wounded from a fall

Fire soaked eyes

Brands of red hot

Tears of blood and rot

Stricken believe the lies

I saw it all

Soaked they were

No wringing could be

No peace, reread to needs

Uproot 

With fire soaked eyes

A soul of iron

And deamons in the mind