Hey, lookie, darlin’
Right outside
Our little cottage window –
There’s a firestorm raging
Burning hard
It’s raining blood and brimstone.

Now I know
You want to taste those flames
And feel  that vengeful wind blow,
But it’s warm enough in here
With you –

So let the world burn on its own.

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