The flames of the world

Are being fanned

By the wind

They cannot tell you the secrets

They can only tell you lies

As they are lifted

Up into the sky

The air becomes red

Clouds with smoky black glaze

The sun is murderous

With the heat that beckons me

To die

The sky is the fire itself

Burning away

Until we are nothing

But melted wicks

Frozen frame

There's this kid

Who takes our picture

As we all suffer

He calls it art

I call it a lingering reminder

Of the beast that hangs in the air

Called God