teeth turned to embers
tongue turned to ash
thoughts turned to smoke
heart is an empty gash
the monster of flames
woke up sans a brain
only the command module chittering
with orders obscene
to go find an angel
bring her to this scene
bathed in a beatific light
unaware of the upcoming plight
till the board is ready for her to rest
till her strength will be put to test
the hammer and nail
not ready to fail
toss, turn, flail
but the iron sparks down
whimpering on the board bleeding
eating fire, drinking smoke, pleading
till only a skull remains in the blazing heat
grinning it denies defeat
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it never gets better, it only gers worse.
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