some spirit is supposed to settle on you
can't really hold out much hope in something made of fire on me, being anything but the acceleration of the inevitable in a really bad painful way of going down in flames screaming, where I can't really see any benefit at all for my own lot, unless escape is the ultimate plan, but escape like jumping off a cliff into a bottomless pit, ain't no salvation and does not hold any prospect I can tell, other than a easy way out to no good end on a lie and wishful thinking to close your eyes and have it all disappear is about the best you can hope for from supreme dink overlord asshole in the sky.