I can still hear the screams
Where they came from I didn’t know
That smell makes me sick too
It’s a mixture of burning flesh and gasoline
I now realize the screams where me
The burning flesh was me as well
Its all became clear as I reached my death
I was burning, being burned alive
The people watched and cheered
They watched with such anticipation
They thought they would really get a show
As if anything would happen right there
Why if ever would I do anything then
Not with everybody watching
Even with all my power there were too many
They were many, I was one
They all remember that day, I know
I can see in there minds they keep it close
Thinking that now they were safe
So mistaken, they thought I would be trapped
Instead they freed me from mortal confines
Now is when they will really feel my wrath
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