It's the stuff I can't say, that I want to scream out loud, but it's not allowed. Every day my eyes watch, my ears are pitched to hear, waiting always waiting, for the scream that never comes. I did not know the strength of this stubbornness, the anger sparks within skillfully ignited, this fire will burn all night long, we manifested our own death, our own loss, our own tears. Did we not dance to the burning man? Did we not dance on the devil's doorstep. We sung the lyrics of fire, destruction, pain and suffering. This is called manifesting. See you create your reality, so when you focus on anger, you opening the door to anger. When you sing repetitively of fire, list five song with fire in the title now. There is majik in music and you better understand that you are creating your reality. So flip the script. Now.