It glared so violently.
It makes blind men blink,
Burning with intensity.
Ashes burnt to live no link.
I wish it doesn't exist.
This icon of pain.
Forever perished.
No traces remain.
We cannot avoid it, this vital domain.
It rules the kingdom of suffering and it controls the brain.
In some it doesn't exist, but like a pump.
How fortunate are they, to escape the dump.
It makes blind men blink,
Burning with intensity.
Ashes burnt to live no link.
I wish it doesn't exist.
This icon of pain.
Forever perished.
No traces remain.
We cannot avoid it, this vital domain.
It rules the kingdom of suffering and it controls the brain.
In some it doesn't exist, but like a pump.
How fortunate are they, to escape the dump.
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