I would like to burn and to make it ashes. Justice is also everything. Light stops and it changes to darkness. Pressure cannot be borne but self collapses.
It is pressed down and bound and irrational fire can be thrown. A flame wraps the body and anger aligns with it. Fellows dislike a difference and fear a belief. The skin minces the appearance which burns and becomes sore for your soul.
(1) Blasting is invited. The flame which spreads in an instant. It is hoped this collapsing spectacle fills miserable despair.
Hatred burns well like gasoline. A red sky which inflames insanity. The desire for revenge is cultivated. Murderous intent to love. It is covered with flames and falls to hell.
(2) Chaos is accepted. The increased pain asserts existence. It burns, relief is memorized to the burnt smell, and it gets to know that its life became charcoal. It is too late. Free me.
(1)
Days like a nightmare. It is drunk itself in the hole was taken and open. The flow of blood which lost the place to go to. It is simply pushed aside by the vulnerable feeling of ethics.