Can you pay me a visit?
I really need to see you.
Please, show up now, as I seat.
For I am screwed.
I couldn’t meet my folks' eyes.
I am being clawed by ire,
I am skinned by fire.
To be with you now would be wise.
The fire that skins me alive
Is cool fire, which makes it
More painful in every bit.
I hope I won’t be revived.
So please, heed me, answer my call.
Open up and take me—that’s all.
Then close, don’t open again,
That I may not released to the world of men.
Please, open up, I beg you.
Please, Gaea.
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