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.
Your words always paint…
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