Fire that started out as a little ember,
Flapped it's wings and caused danger,
Swallowing a whole town I still remember,
That it was my cigarette who was the reaper.
Ash flew high above the cloud,
With an army behind roaring so loud,
Launching themselves forming a shroud,
As bringer of death I would never be proud.
***** air enters the system,
Painting lungs black who could resist them,
Spreads like a plague just from a victim,
Now all this angel sees are bodies post mortem.
Now all of the people are off their boot,
They start to panic they start to loot,
It was only a matter of time before they shoot,
It was the punishment for my crime it is absolute.