We danced in the Fire.
Ashes fell like rain from Holocaust.
Burning Cinders -
Sinners case to feed the flames.
All consuming - Blaze of Magnificent destruction.
Constructed from vagabond souls -
Bells toll in the distance
While streams of napalm lead the way.
Praying as a mantis -
Tantric fantasies of Mushroom cloud perfection.
Skylit Horror
Fused mother to child in skeletal embrace.
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