The Fire

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The fire caresses your skin

While the Devil basks in your sins.

You fight to be free

But he won't leave you be.

It burns.

It scorches.

It peels your skin.

Let me be! Let me be!

You plead but the Devil

Won't let it be.

It burns.

It scorches.

It peels your skin.

You feel as if you can't break free,

And yet still you scream:

Let me be!

Let me be!

Let me be...

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