Unleash the Fire

This is for the girl who makes herself throw up every night.

Because she thinks she is fat.

This is for the perfect friends who seem to rule the world.

They don't.

All people have problems. Even the perfect people. Unleash the Fire.

This is for the Grandma's who make calendars for the families who won't use them.

This is the gamer who plays Skyrim all day because he is scared to talk to girls.

This is for the guy who acts a smart aleck who hates being the third wheel on the date.

Always trying to avoid any physical contact with anyone. Unleash the Fire.

This is for the server at ihop who looks like the bad guy from Prince of Persia.

Smoking is gonna kill ya. Don't Unleash the Fire on that one.

This is for the mentally handicapped kid who can't process the word "retard" when his father screams at him

He may not understand the words, but he understands the emotion.

This is for the girl who plays the piano for the pit.

You are pretty talented. And pretty attractive too.

Unleash the Fire with those keys.

When it all comes down to the final moments in events.

Last five seconds on the clock of the Chicago Bulls Game,

That last monologue given by Horatio in a High School Play.

That last keystroke before someone gets addicted to filth.

Before the end of any purity or upholding a moral code.

There are those last moments.

You have two choices.

Hold back the dam.

Or burn the wall to the ground.

And let all that water rush out.

Choice is yours.

This is for all of you who can choose.

To hold back.

Or Unleash the Fire.