My house is on fire.
I cant get out.
I cant shout.
My house is a blaze.
My sacredness has been set to flames.
Ignited and reunited with the gasoline of faith.
My heart is burning, my lungs filled with smoke.
Its no joke.
My house is on fire.
The wick has been lit.
The flame was small and now towers and catches onto every little thing.
My eyes are lidded low.
I cant see through the fiery ring.
-ISIS
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