Every being has a soul
Except those who are left with coal
The coal lights but only when those around get too cold
The fire burns everyone but the one it burns most is the coal
The fire goes out
The coal is cold.
The shining of the souls hit the coal
And once again it burns
The bright light can't help but ignite the dark cold stone
They might try water to put it out
But no soul dare be so brave as to get close to
The fire coming off the coal
Burning.
Burning.
Burning.
The fire eventually goes out
But there's poison in the smoke
The coal begs for the souls
They all take a stroll
As to not get trapped in that hole
Aug 9, 2025
Aug 9, 2025 at 2:21 AM UTC
Every being has a soul
Except those who are left with coal
The coal lights but only when those around get too cold
The fire burns everyone but the one it burns most is the coal
The fire goes out
The coal is cold.
The shining of the souls hit the coal
And once again it burns
The bright light can't help but ignite the dark cold stone
They might try water to put it out
But no soul dare be so brave as to get close to
The fire coming off the coal
Burning.
Burning.
Burning.
The fire eventually goes out
But there's poison in the smoke
The coal begs for the souls
They all take a stroll
As to not get trapped in that hole
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