The Cremating Fire

Tonight no voice will sound, Each tongue struck by fear. Every sense entwined in panic. Carving endings into flesh. Knowledge of the striking blade... Knowledge of the storm to come... In a cloud of smoke the final chapter is written With blood on the last page of a mistake. Civilizations fall like branches Towards an everburning soil, Kissed by flames of judgment. Tonight new wounds are born In the planet's body. Now that your body has rejected The light of life's weak sun, The whips of punishment Shall carve an ending into flesh. Where could they possibly hide When the earth itself implodes? Each direction its own pyre, We feed the towering flames. ...feed the fire. Into the void we sink In a blaze of destruction As their civilizations fall like branches. Nothing left to do But look the Beast in the eye...