Scorch, Burn!
By: Nash
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my feet deplete within ..
.........seconds. particles & ashes
deciet and lies, sin beckons
..............with articles & fashions
imagine ..your death,
........your dying breath, tainted ..
.. lying words, painted
......... by newspapers & fainted
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my death occurs without words. my fellow members detoured
.. love letters & hate letters towards fellow families are heard
insanity is lured, toward the door of a crazier house ..
these survivors of this tradgedy,
.. badger me through their prayers now
i see pain & suffering. the scenery is grim ..
.. chances of survival, are nearerbye none to slim
somethin's in, the house of scorch & burn ..we die together
by taking turns. pleasure, resulted in pain on a higher measure
we yearn for help. a cigerette lay outside the house ..
dry grass burning, leaving the house doused
with flames of hurting passion. we ration out our water ..
.. doors are blocked off, & our world grows even hotter
the fire's sour, it slows the father. God can't save us ..
even the bravest degrades us, we're punished for lust
punishment without trust for repent, indents of the heart
were our manly reasoning for our action to start ..
attraction of our sins depart. & our ugly sins are scorched
Tim got out the window, but burned on the front porch
Jackson died in the corner, he'd pried open a door ..
only to mourn the flames, from ceiling to the floor
one of the whores, tried making it out too. her hair did ignite
somehow, we all watched our sin die in delight. how bright
was the setting sun ..a sight was our unflamed room ..
we talked about our names ...since we departed the womb
our doom soon met, our futures proven not to be wet ..
cowards losin` our lives, excluded into the hotness
our skin melted, as the flames soon breached the walls
my life falls, as i watch another one of the whores crawl
a whore house! 5 men ...& women in all numbers ..
all participating in the orgy, secluded in permanent slumbers
punishment harms & situation alarms us ..ash rose in the stardust
while our wives had left for a week ...& we seeked for our lust
so you see ..we deserved what we got, with much more mastery
we know we did wrong, so we stand in moments capturing ..
the happenings of this entire sad desire, & lonely old travesty
& restlessly stay alive in spirit, cuz the news labeled our sin a tradgedy
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my feet deplete within ..
.........seconds. particles & ashes
deciet and lies, sin beckons
..............with articles & fashions
imagine ..your death,
........your dying breath, tainted ..
.. lying words, painted
......... by newspapers & fainted
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