19 – The Eruption

As I started shooting up,

The Dark blew up in one big bang

Volcanoes gasping with Black-fire.

Billions of fragile, weakened Souls,

Which found their Peaceful at their Worst,

Were now gone drowning in the void

That they had once called their own home.

Their "Sanctuary" destroyed them whole.

The charming land that once'd been Earth

Turned into plateaus of despair,

There was no wind, no life, no hope

But only puppets of humanity,

Their leader, "Demon of Hot Rage."