Riot,
my soul stands in the fire that,
Burns with the coals of pride.
blood runs black down the skin that,
has for years worked against my mind.
and as the blood flows down between my toes,
i feel the fire die,
and i feel the fire try,
to stay alive.
but the mind has spoken,
and the body follows,
the mind has been tricked into wanting peace.
and peace follows.
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