Rip a match
from its brethren
and hear its soft cry.
Strike him against his head,
rip away his being
with the bed which he has lain
so long in ignorance.
Destroy him until he explodes
in his soul
and destroys himself
in fervent anguish.
Let him take himself
into the darkness,
flesh burning
ever so sweetly.
And then allow him
to spark light
into your mind and show you
the truth of the world.
Be not afraid of the shadows
that you
can not
quite
see.
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