Eager for the crash
I ache for the rush of peril
For the embers of a truth revealed

Spare me of the wait
For the honest uproar of flames
Spare me, of the long silent hours of worry

Let these moments quake
With the evils I await
I have had my fill
Of writhing in suspense

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