The Burning Edge of Greenspolis

Inferno Inferno
What do I know
What do I know

How came a blaze
So hot a scorch
Burneth a windy
Hot a sposh

Inferno Inferno
What do I know
Who do I know

Nay, you let me it seems
Savour your running tears
Making way for my own
Choking and running nose

Please save us oh God
From this Inferno
We promise we would be good
WE promise what we should

A little tit
For a little tat
I hope you 're sated
My worldly outsmart

Let not this Inferno
Ostracize you
Nor the government
Criticize you

You have done your thing
You have gone a fling
I hope you are justified
Yet you seem undecided

Do you think what you did
Was right or wrong
Of which do you belong
Please be seated and heed

We should not douse our
Forest in flames
Fro a decade's worth of morsel's gain

A little tit
For a little tat
I hope you 're sated
My little wordy outsmart.



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