De mortuis nil nisi bonum
Memoria in aeterna
It never stops falling.
The endless smell of fire and ash .
The screaming never ends.
Chemical and flesh fused.
The burned in image we can't forget.
They never stop dying.
Acrid clouds of cloying smoke.
The nightmares go on.
Heroes rushing to death.
Grieving families, waiting, torn apart.
In their heads.
In your mind.
Where it's never quite ( Read more... )
It never stops falling.
The endless smell of fire and ash .
The screaming never ends.
Chemical and flesh fused.
The burned in image we can't forget.
They never stop dying.
Acrid clouds of cloying smoke.
The nightmares go on.
Heroes rushing to death.
Grieving families, waiting, torn apart.
In their heads.
In your mind.
Where it's never quite ( Read more... )
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