they say

both

the few
survivors

and
the lying
bastards

each, that

the sight
of the city

burning

the flames
high
in the sky
as no building
was

spared.

you can
tell
by the look
the hidden
hunger
that

flashes
in their eyes

the real
from
the pretenders.

when they
describe
the oily smoke
of the bodies

burning.

disgust
desire
remembrance.

it has a
potent
allure.

intoxicating.

of long pig
and
flames

that lick the
very

heavens themselves.

of the
haunted corpses
of those
that

survived.

and
the goddamned
cowards

that yearn
to have

suffered

woe to
those
the most damned
of them

all.