Fire is a means to an end... your end, the total obliteration of everything you've known in your insignificant life, all trepidation known to your mortal artists but a single hieroglyph within the Annals of Destruction.
I shall see this world, as all of those before her, bathed in fire. I like my marshmallows burnt to a crisp.
I shall see this world, as all of those before her, bathed in fire. I like my marshmallows burnt to a crisp.
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day
