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Singe…
Smoke…
Singe…
The sound of the burning cinders on the morning dew,
The smoke swirling through the air, inhaled into my lungs,
The sweet taste of the increased risk of cancer,
The total disregard for my life or those around me,
Secondhand death and first hand pleasure.
The ash and glow lighting the night,
The sound of the sirens in the distance,
The cries for help that fall on deaf ears,
The rustling of the autumn leaves
As I slink away into the cover of darkness,
Just out of the burning glow of your fallen empire.
Singe…
Smoke…
Singe…
Smoke…
Singe…
The sound of the burning cinders on the morning dew,
The smoke swirling through the air, inhaled into my lungs,
The sweet taste of the increased risk of cancer,
The total disregard for my life or those around me,
Secondhand death and first hand pleasure.
The ash and glow lighting the night,
The sound of the sirens in the distance,
The cries for help that fall on deaf ears,
The rustling of the autumn leaves
As I slink away into the cover of darkness,
Just out of the burning glow of your fallen empire.
Singe…
Smoke…
Singe…
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I've been up for all of 30 minutes after working an 8.5 hour night at work. It was a shit-tastic fucking night and I woke up to my former school telling me to pay them the full remainder amount up front or go to collections, despite giving them steady, substantial payments. All I want to do is go to Phoenix, AZ and burn them to the fucking ground. If God decided to blow that building up today, there would be not one tear shed from me. Anyways, this is my rant in poetic form, in the form of a cigarette. I hope the formatting translated...
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Real nice!