Can Also Start a Prairie Fire

Roses pierce the throat, and thorns cling to the neck. The body is swallowed up by the world, and the soul is ethereal and immortal. The worn-out soul sprouts wings and kisses the storm rolling in the fishy earth. An eyeball popped out from the corner of the cloud, and blood red spread to the horizon. God blows the trumpet and the world falls apart! The fire is passed down from generation to generation and will never be extinguished! I will hold the holy sword in my hand to light up the dawn! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.