For the sake of her mind she tried to not look. But she did stare, it’s true, she wasn’t looking at all. She starred to the thunder which hit her to burning alive! She was, oh, she was so much more alive than she ever was. She’s been playing with the fire of Hell, she was mastering them all, she’s been never confused by any flame, all the fire was her own slave and each flame was felt by her inside her body, inside her mind, her hands leading those all flames to the storm. And oh, the storm, the storm she was always scared of, she’s been the master of them all, indeed, never did she ever felt so real. And she was winning this battle again, oh, the bettle between her and The Hell. And the burning fire of the storm, the lightning rain, the heavy desert of them all –
And she’s been praying, praying in her way, for her mind to never fall asleep, for her mind to never stop the beat. But she’s been doing this over and over again, until she found The Real Hell. And the real fire that she found, oh, she now knows there’s so much more than she ever knew. And she’s up to playing again, again, and over again, never ending; she is learning to play with The Fire of The Real Hell. And the Real Flames, and The Real Terror, The Real Thunder, The Horror. For the sake of her mind, she wished she could stop – but she once felt her thunder, and she won’t let it go – it’s been her: the master of them all.
And the future, oh, the future burning burning life.