California dreams turning to wildfires
Inferno previews of an eternal hellfire What remains of the plains Explains the terrains that trains Our thoughts rearrange our domain So when it rains the grass will be soft We thirst for desires that lead our soul to expire Where no man can rescue what I see is deeper Because I burn with virtue natural disasters From artificial matters shows there’s a chess match From 2 masters It’s like the Devil a baby playing with an electrical plug And God is the parent that smacks his hand away And give him a hug and we are the current of existence Electrified by ignorance
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