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    I have found the neutral flame
    Six thousand degrees.
    When the molten puddles came
    Pull that trigger, squeeze.

    Slag, yeah.
    Molten ball of metal.
    Slag, yeah.
    Madness of the melt.

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    Tilt your gun at a 45
    Push the trigger, do not pull.
    If the shit gets hot it's gonna dive
    Fill it with your rod until its full.

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    Composition: Ahab's Ghost

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