Ash coats the skies that were once blue
A paintbrush of black over the green brand new.
The fire burns throughout the fields,
Destroying any enemy it deems unworthy of life.
Searing heat permeates the air,
Thick humidity pierces the lungs
Cages of smoke capture their vision,
While I run for hills
To escape this life circumcision.
Flesh upon bone and fabric upon flesh,
Burns both gracefully and with ferocity.
Their screams encompass the peace that once was Elysium.
There is no escape from this terror and fear,
For there is no refuge far, no refuge near
A place of sanctuary, no place for pain
Why would one come here to suffer these things again.
As this paradise burns to the ground,
I wonder what of those who wait to migrate,
To this place looking for peace, to only find death and despair.
They have nothing left to live for,
Only sorrow to bear,
For once their lives are over,
They have no resting place there.
No holy place of healing where their bodies can be renewed,
No fields or Sun so pure that their sins are memories refused.
What so they have to look towards
In their short time on that Earth,
Just a place for which their bodies lie,
Rotting beneath the hearth.

Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust.
For life eternal
One no longer should lust.