| Gasoline is dripped to smear the blood
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| To stop coagulation
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| In the wound cause
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| D by my hammer
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| To penalize severe deception
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| Conscious still
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| But a neutralized threat
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| Pleading begging for a swift end
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| For the mercy of salvation
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| Blood and petrol dripping
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| Soaking
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| Saturated drench in the mix
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| Poor some more
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| Dripping from the face down his chest reaching out to get the lighter ignite
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| the flame
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| Fire burning slowly first then rapidly developing towards a frenzy raging
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| burning flames consuming everything
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| First the torso instigated
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| Then the arms and crouch are burning screams of terror shrikes of pure pain
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| moaning squealing
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| The roaring sound of fire raging mixed with human screams arouses me air is
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| filled with sour smell of hair
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| Skin and flesh consumed by the flame
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| Lame attempts to shield the face result in exposed neck and torso
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| Flesh melt blood boils tissue disolve
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| Working its way up to the neck to spoil and misshape his appearance
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| Eyes turn as they start to liquify
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| Dripping down the chin combined with flesh
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| Blood and fuel
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| Stinging feeling burning
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| Loud screaming
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| Fuel the flame
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| Add gasoline to the blaze
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| Blood boils
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| Starts to seep through the flesh
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| The body now has
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| Stopped its squirming
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| He is silent
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| No more deceit
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| Burned beyond all recognition
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| The fire took his face his features
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| The only thing that’s left of him is the burned out skull
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| Air is filled with sour smell of hair
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| Skin and flesh consumed by the flame |