Scorching Flames
         liberating the hate
Ensconsed in your brain
        A bile left from change becomes
Food for the conductor shoveling coal for another train
Flames to ash
Ash to dust
The dust to black
The waste is us
From the ground above
The memories erased
The process rebuffs
The claim is ours
But it's nothing new
I may profit from your death
But I'll be joining you soon