Pyromaniac

An Oldsmobile glides by, trunk buzzing and rattling from a thousand watt rap inside. I hate all those motherfuckers. We gotta set a blaze. That will burn them all alive.

A laborer, shovel in hand, mutters to himself as an owner and his people pass by. I hate those motherfuckers. What I wouldn't give to shove them in their building and burn then alive.

A woman named Cassandra stands in the middle of a street screaming. I hate all you motherfuckers. I'd like to put you in a box and burn you alive.

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