I ran out of fire extinguisher at 3 am.
Oh very well then,
I reckon some forest fires
you can only douse,
if you are to burn with them.
Don’t worry sweetpea
it’s not going to **** you yet.
You’ve still got some time to serve.
Some storms to weather.
Some flames to persevere.
Some houses to burn.
When you’re done rebuilding the city from scratch,
When you have eaten enough rubble to be able to call it home-food,
When you’ve drank sweet sweat and craved for blood in a chalice instead,
You may leave.
Congratulations my love!
You have lived.
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 2:00 AM UTC
I ran out of fire extinguisher at 3 am.
Oh very well then,
I reckon some forest fires
you can only douse,
if you are to burn with them.
Don’t worry sweetpea
it’s not going to **** you yet.
You’ve still got some time to serve.
Some storms to weather.
Some flames to persevere.
Some houses to burn.
When you’re done rebuilding the city from scratch,
When you have eaten enough rubble to be able to call it home-food,
When you’ve drank sweet sweat and craved for blood in a chalice instead,
You may leave.
Congratulations my love!
You have lived.
