The Nature of Explosives

Torment until the light of this world goes out The message scratched into the head of a nail Drive it in, pull it out, repeat the process Until our skin is like a minefield after war...

Smile at the Flames

All was silent until the world broke No warning before the song of our end sang in turning gears The fires started, flames out of the sky ran liquid through the streets Consuming time to be thrown as food for the wind

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