SYNTHESIS STRICTLY, STRICTLY NONSENSE | Page 24

the fire Explode in diamond colors from the burning bush, ignited by God, soaked in red tears, falling from the black sky. Demon eyes sink into their skin, deeper than floods, split open with hammers made of faith, fall on me like stones, burning with carnal sin, licking flames of lust. Wrap your hands around a staff and pull, flames lick away at a hollow stump, emeralds hidden in leaves, crushed into empty diamonds by rubies clouded in smoke. The golden tears of a once majestic tree, now sizzle and dissipate into the young and fiery energies of the new. Brown prickly fingers reach for air through seas of fire they drown. The gale, insurmountable. Years and years of ringing and seasons changing, the sound of wind through the fields. Picking up a forgotten ember, who finally sees the light. Destroyed, in seconds. Destroyed, en feu. 23