Yesterday, today, and tomorrow I'll be on fire.
What started as the spark of an idea became a kindling.
It was so long ago that we marked the first of the sticks to be burned.
"Bring more wood and fan the flames," they exclaimed, and we obliged.
No one asked whether the fire was burning too large. No one questioned the fire.
And now it's too late.
The ravenous fire rages on,
Burning us all in our own hell
But the show must go on! The devil is hungry for more.
We've been asked to incinerate the rest, but the heat is unbearable.
I'm beginning to forget what life was like before the flames
Because all I can see is burning corpses.