Fire and the God Dang Bible

So, if I told you a story
about A guy
Would you mess me up?
It's a story about you
a bad one
It goes like:
You have lied
over and over
Telling me that you've been
Telling me that you've been
But you're red.
Too red to even become
As dense as osmium
I'm lead by the metals
of my soul
taking all you magnets down
into the water of density with me.
But you hate that.
You hate sinking. So you're red hot.
Burning away your body and your skin for their sake becoming less
and less like metal, and more like silver coated plastic.

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