WRITTEN BY PRIMAL NIGHT’S AND HASTYWORDS

The fire burned far too hot

Thick blistery bubbles grew

On painted yellow walls

I felt the camera follow me

As I got lost in every hall

My senses, taste and smell, claw at me

Sorting through disjointed memories

Glimpses of shimmering flesh, and shadow

Flash in succession through my mind

As I both fear and embrace the lens

Images captured of my hidden talents

But destroyed by heat, consumed flames

I hide myself in a gas fed blaze, a witch hunter

An entity I long ago became, not by choice

But by heritage, a destroyer of the devils league

Pausing between death and destiny

I feel the burn, the judgment and the scorn

Excised by the blue flames of redemption

Cleansing me, sharpening my senses

So that I can hunt again in this abyss

I scurry towards the darkened alleyway

As demonic screams try earnestly to follow

I pause long enough to hear their cries

Their twisted passion pass into silence

And with a kneeling heart I bid them goodnight

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