Fire burns below -
Earth breaks, water flood - air takes.
Unseen forces dance…
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Bacon
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings. He launches into an atmosphere riddled with smoke, soot, and ash. He feels the radiation from a thousand fallen nukes. For humanity, it’s certain death. For him, it’s like bathing in a sauna. He laughs again at the thought.
By C. Rommial Butler4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (5)
Luv the rhythm of this.
Very nicely done :)
Beautiful piece. Well done.
Awesome 👌
Gorgeous!