Oh, Those Fiery Flames!
Oh, the Firey fires of hell
They don't even warm your bones
Like a laughing skull
Helmet of blue methane flames
They burn all the way through
The marrow of your bones
There is no Avenue of escape
Even time will not contain
the strain
Now that the polling places
have shuttered their tongues
there's some cold air on the way
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