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Like a fire by the rising tide
Burn
Like peroxide fizzing in your wounds
Burn
Like your freckled skin after hours in the garden
Burn, burn, burn

Like the letter you didn't want anyone to read
Like the coal that turned Centralia into a ghost town
Like the lawn-green sawgrass growing in the Florida Everglades
Burn, burn, burn

Like Scarecrow when he meets the wicked witch
Like the coils in your friend Nik's vaporizer
Like the CD in your disk drive when the download is complete
Burn, burn, burn

Like the vampire stumbling in the sunlight
Like the wings worn by Icarus after he disobeys his Dad
Like the paper that you rolled around a sweet gram of nutmeg
Burn, burn, burn

A block or two away from a blazing ball of gas
A pebble on the turnpike around a larger sum of mass
And the only purpose
For my consciousness
As far as I can tell
Is so I can burn like I am the last tree in hell

Like the Buddhist monk in an act of protest
Like the candle defiantly flickering in the synagogue
Like the Norwegian church way back in 1994
Burn

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from The Great Millennial Bitchfest, released December 25, 2017

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