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Sequel to "Fire Dancers"
A ghost at the window of my brain
Working me in the realm of wrong
I wish I could cry out for someone’s mercy
But Satan’s dancer only sings Satan’s song
I bathe in the fire and purify in the mud
I’m destined for Heaven but Hell is where I belong
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