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A heart of fire pumps through the surface veins,
seen as it burns the skin as the pressure strains,
crisping sizzles in roads traveling along,
lighting his darkness under the arms pulsing strong,
entering the colour of his focusing eyes,
as all moisture in his body dries,
rising smokes and steam from his back,
turning his bones to the deepest black,
spewing hard stone from each fingernail,
and pushing from his spine a long pointed tail,
teeth turning sharper as he bites his tongue,
forking the middle as he exhales flames from each lung,
hardening his limbs and growing horns from the head,
the new him is born as the old one is dead,
still with thoughts of previous but something else in control,
the demon rises from the burning depths without a soul.