Hymn of The Blazed Soul

The smell of gasoline infused in this room.
I desperately hope they won't detect the fume.
Striking the match, the glare of the flame in my eye.
After one more, long, look I kiss it Goodbye.

After igniting the house, an insane laughter permeates my throat.
Screw all the people who said that I didn't have the scrot.
I hate them all, so they'll feel the fire in my rage.
Now never again will I be locked inside this cage.

I trail the red can of precious liquid through the house.
Tip-toeing steadily forward just as quiet as a mouse.
Out of the house, I am pleased by their screams.
The final prayer I give: "Goodnight, and sweet dreams."