Flame Minor


You made this, this monster born of a four letter lie.
Created in the perverse image of your interpretation
for an emotion that you are incapable of experiencing.
Witness and revel in what you have done,
for you have destroyed the purest of notions.
Watch me burn for your pleasure
and may my mournful song be heard everyday of your life,
performed by a fiery choir, sung in flame minor.

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