Life has me by the tail.
Nostril flaming tormenting rules
In progression my feet sizzles on the coal
Mold them, soak them
Behind the force blows a constant screaming charge
Revitalized and alert
My voice screams at the heavens
The peak is in eyesight
I soar forward wind seeping through my locks
Sun warming my back
Almost there.
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