Decaying swaying trees loom over the silent
It soaks up joy and light from the happy
And turns into sadness
Silhouettes of demon smiles flaunt around
Puffing their chests and flexing
Yet they cower from a ball of burning flowers
If caught in the warmth,
They screech and wither away
Smokey remains swirl with no shits
Ashes littering the charred lifeless grass
They get dragged into hell where they are finally free
After being shackled with deafening chains
They are reminded of the terror they have created
And they are flooded with cold in their stomachs, glee present after immersing in what they have accomplished
It swims around, occasionally planting kisses of congratulations and sweet nothings
Cockiness dances in the glaring eyes of onlookers
But jealously eats them alive to the point where only rotting corpses lay
The stench overpowering the sweet smell of suffering
Eyes still locked onto their savior
Soon they will be sucked up into the straws of dead trees where they smile and puff their chests
And it repeats
And repeats
Until a gust of justice hacks the tree brimming with depressed bodies down
Punch after punch, it waits for it to tip and fall over
It waits to catch a glimpse of the black roots that surround the soot of fallen tounges and mangled theives
It won't be long until the time comes
It won't be long
