.:: DON'T PLAY WITH FIRE... ::.

[Objective]

... she said in a serious voice,
possessing motherly love that embarrass her boys.
It’s apparent she knows what her offspring enjoys,
did I mention our chimney spoke the fate to all of my toys?
The glorious noise of burning wood is iconic, or blazing a spliff…
Hypnotic!
I hear sounds when my optics gaze upon a firefighters most horrific gif.

”YOU’RE PSYCHOTIC!”
she said in a semi-serious tone,
while expressing visible love that embarrass her clone.
It’s obvious she knows what startles my bone,
did I say our flame was lit when I carved her name into stone?
The love for her when I heard she study pyrotechnics for shows…
EPIC!
My ethics shine bright when confronted by pros.

”YOU’RE PATHETIC!”
I conveyed in a light-hearted fashion,
portraying fiery love that embarrass distractions.
Of corse I endorse the course of my actions,
did I tell you her resent gives me satisfaction?
The emotions that ran through me when I set her condo ablaze…
WAS MAGIC!
I’m as ecstatic as much as her melting skin was set to amaze.

In a brief moment It’s clear to me that I’m crazy. Then the housing collapses,
but the true intent for this deed was for us both to arise as Gods from the ashes.

(Will return feed/feed some shit later on.)