The Beauty Of Self-Immolation
Upon a green hill, half swallowed by the dawn
I stand burning brightly
Like a dominating quasar
Scorching the grass around me
You try to extinguish the fire
But my blood fuels the blaze
As the flames turn my body to ash
The wind carries my remains away
Far away to a distant domain
Where the dust that was once a mere human
Reforms into a shining star
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