The air becomes unbreathable
As my flesh contorts with the flames
This atrocity made in flesh
Once bore the face of a man
Now in mockery of my former self,
My laughter fills the air,
The voracity of the wind
Silencing my last discernible voice
The End Of ProsperityThe air becomes unbreathable As my flesh contorts with the flames This atrocity made in flesh Once bore the face of a man Now in mockery of my former self, My laughter fills the air, The voracity of the wind Silencing my last discernible voice |