Mad eyes, torn face and a gallon of gasoline.
Done less sleeping and more dreaming for the last couple of days, his eyes tell the story.
(These worn-out clothes hang on his emaciated body like flags on half-mast.)
Nervous hands are caressing torn pieces of paper in pockets full of matches.
He won’t need these scribbled pages, he knows his speech by heart by now but just in case, just in case.
(Feels) like the man of steel building his own kryptonite (as he raises his voice:)
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