Heat of the hell hounds of Hellsville breathe in on me
The heat of the metal of the Gods
Heat so much that the oven breaks apart
The side of your house melts under the pressure
Heat is in my mind, I breathe it, I feel it
It is as it was, and as it is today
All I can think is the heat
How to get away from it
How it will feel when it is again cool
Then, it is so cold I can not move my foot.
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