Soot stains my fingertips and youthful sparks jump from my words. I am alive; I am free.

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Soot stains my fingertips and youthful sparks jump from my words. I am alive; I am free.
The room crumbles around you, your eyes are burning as smoke fills your lungs.
You’ve never been able to breathe so easily.
It’s only a matter of time until this quaint fire spreads beyond the hearth. Don’t worry, we’ll be warm again soon.
Everything seems peaceful, serene. They haven’t noticed the grotesque shadows cast by the cinders’ dim light
My heart glows as my every step leaves ash and cinders in its wake.
They thought we had grown quiet. They thought that we had finally learned to accept our lot in life, that the world was cruel and there was nothing we could do about it.
How surprised they’ll be when their pretty white houses are bathed in our flames of revolution
as a child they taught you not to play with fire, but never did they warn you of those with hearts cold enough to freeze even the brightest stars
Let’s dance in the smouldering ashes, against the clouds of smoke in the molten sunrise we will teach the world to love again