Lies spread like wildfire.

Each one feeding the next.

Paranoid flames

Burst into air's back

In stabbing motions.

Blind and swinging

In all directions.

And burning impressions of others

Because of the insecurities found

Within the blaze...

You can only figure

This disease would trigger

A scorch...

So run and hide

Before we char grass

To dirt,

And dirt

To rock,

And rock

To earth core.

So wet with heat,

Such tempting lore.

A blessed curse

Enriched with dreams of power,

Girth and feeling.

You can sense it warm your face

As you approach.

And the madness it invokes

Is like a soaked orgasm

Mixed with coke.

And conscious screams

Just fade

To whispered dreams...

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