Burning
Look Mommy! Endsville is burning!
Grey armies of smoke ward off the attacks of the raging inferno.
Red invades and blinds the eyes like the light at the tunnel's end.
Heat that ticks down the seconds until oblivion.
The competency in our lives, burning away at the hands of God's Vengeance.
The void wipes away in the fiery maelstrom...
Burn Endsville Burn!
Let me no longer be held by restraints of society!
Oh Messenger of the Black Angel!
Free us of our self-induced shackles!
And destroy Endville once and for all!
ODD style.
the first line doesn't mesh well with the remainder of the work. I don't see any rhythm or cant to it...
care to explain it more Ryder?
Seems more like you had a concept with this but didn't know where to run with it.
Fearless Leader