Foes are like bundles of firewood
Colored in crispy and charred perfection
They huddle in the inferno
Cast out by trembling hands
Destined, to embark with the embers
Weightless, and bound to nothingness

Sickly
We gorge on their crackling misery
Feasting on the fumes of bygone suffering
They shed a searing glow
As they drown in roaring hell fire
Desperately trudging the flames,
Engulfed in their own madness

We look on with gleaming eyes
And in not too long they are engulfed
By seductive and savage vendetta

But once the fires subside
And heaps of ash,
Stand as a solemn reminder
Our callous wishes chime with ghostly vengeance
Urging us, to relinquish our cause
And divert from the roads
That always loop the same