The lord of light made the sun and moon and stars to light our day, and gave us fire to keep the night at bay.
There are people in the world, who are just wrong, and then there are the masses of population that are right, or at the very least they lie in the veil of between. I on the other hand, do not belong to any group. I don’t exist. It’s not that I don’t have substance; I have a body like everyone else. I can feel the fire when it burns against my skin, the rain when it caresses my face and the breeze as it fingers my hair. I have all the senses that other people do. I am just empty, inside.
Eye contact: how souls catch fire.
Her eyes burn like
a match head striking
my flesh with ferocity
and precision to ignite
the night with a divinorum induced
Violence is rather a strange phenomenon that can be compared to fire, once out of control it’s loyal to no one, not even to the person who started it.
Her spirit is all spit and fire
We shall take a star out of the skies and shall set thousands of worlds on fire…
Wherever in the world a country is governed by spiritually ill, politically empty, ethically rotten and mentally stupid people, over there you can find nothing but chaos, tears and fire!
Be kind! Go and burn the world with the fire of your love.
There is no fire like passion, there is no shark like hatred, there is no snare like folly, there is no torrent like greed.