As calm as the eye of a storm, blood drops silently hit the flood
A puddle begins to form, all is quiet, all is still but not the norm
A body once so warm and fragile, slowly become increasingly cold
A chill sweeps over the room, a known presence is lurking among us
What once was, will never be again now that sin has been invited back in
A nameless, faceless soul now awaits its last remaining fate
A shell of a man stands alone amidst the flames, as the master has finally come to claim what is rightfully his and take him home, into his lair
Devoured by his evilness, emptiness is all that remains only to spend an eternity in purgatory
His screams and cries will never be heard as his flesh melts and burns into ash
Ashes blown in the wind, sin has vanished, forgotten....gone...
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