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| Fire Of Destruction |
6/13/1998
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A match has been struck, light is formed.
A fire has started in an old pick-up truck.
Gasoline lies in this truck and the fire hits this gasoline.
A sudden bang has begun.
The fire has begun.
The fire has escaped, it has been let out.
The fire catches onto some wood, people begin to scream and shout.
The fire has started its destruction.
It will burn and nothing will stop it.
It will be the end of the world.
There is nothing that can be used against this destructive fire.
The fire was started by a hideous man.
Now, nothing will be left in all the lands.
The man has let out his evil and the destruction is only beginning!
Now, the sun is setting behind the clouds.
A man is singing and laughing out loud.
He is riding on his horse down to the nearest town.
He has caused destruction and he is riding away.
He is happily riding away.
The man is evil.
He is just like the devil.
He is dressed in black dark against all the fire.
The smoke and destruction rise higher and higher.
Throughout the area you can hear this evil man laughing.
If you are unlucky enough to be alive.
The man reaches the next town that hasn't yet been destroyed.
He pulls out a match.
Then he decides that one isn't enough so he pulls out a whole batch!
He lights them all and throws them at a wall.
He spreads his destruction.
However, there is a man dressed in white who shows goodness in this horrible night.
He pulls out his sword, he calls his horse, he climbs aboard.
The man dressed in white brings his sword down and knocks the evil man to the ground.
The evil man has died, the destruction has stopped.
The fire has ceased to glide, no more buildings have dropped.
The destruction is gone.
Now, the world continues to go on.
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