Hot as hell, but hell is frozen over. Does that make me Hades or a verbal flamethrower?
Enraged for days, I think of the ways, to pick off my targets in the most sinful of ways.
Crazed. Dazed. Come what lays. The Haze inside my head ain’t just a faze.
The maze of rays sets my gaze, enlivens my soul, compels my rage.
So go on, leave with no trace. In haste you came and in haste you race
away, and waste all the face you have ever won.
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