Whisper into the fire, "What are your fallacies?
Clutched now at your breast, your poison realities?
I'll touch you with the fire, but do not hesitate to burn,
Every hope, every dream, every truth you'd hoped to learn.
Experience the destruction of all childhood fantasies,
Emblazened in the very orange of lifelong mendacity,
Surrender to the torch, to cleanse the poison from your breast.
As it peels away layers, the winds of truth at your behest,
Submit to the fire, shed your restrictive husk,
Reality touches to burn, and burn you must!"
