Flames rising like a second sun. Houses crumble, belch black smoke and debris, The buildings grown their last laments Unable to withstand the hell blaze. A man stands at the fiery heart Red blood stains his blue cloak black. The blood of the innocent is on his hands The pain of hundreds on his shoulders. Death surrounds him like a shroud This is his mantle now. The name of death shall forever be his right None can oppose his awesome might.
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