the paper chase (john congleton) - I’m going to heaven (the forest fire)
on the day the fire nibbled your neighborhood
regard your brimstone
as if it were gravestone
while the blaze we blow loose
our cottage knees shaking
the flames were giggling
in the embers beaming
its chest its beating
that little house we made
gets gobbled up by flames
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