When I look back over my shoulder the tower block on fire engulfed in flames humor is not the first thought that comes to mind in awe I watch from afar intimidated by my own deed arsonists around the world will see my path to destruction my struggle for revenge shot in twenty-four frames second thoughts I reserve for those uncertain few who look back in horror yes I burned that tower down to prove a point to show the world it could happen
Hammer the flames with sword in hand as the blacksmith enfolds steel upon steel upon my word I did the deed the fire grew bold I could see from my car beautiful tongues lashing out against the night sky tigers climbed rapidly rushing to heights unheard of in Romtom brutal architecture the crime ignorant to neglect the poor the downtrodden the immigrant terror shame on our ministers to allow a building to become misshapen
Restless as firefighters work within walls of heat dust acrid smoke to peel every layer of flesh off every wasted corpse to identify dead grannies from injured ones make no mistake I watched this unfold on TV resting my weary bones at home in bed for days after the taste of grime embittered from battle on the front lines of Bakh diesel fumes in my head timid since time began I grew fierce learned to burn watch it on DVD
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