These dead sky’s are red, the kings eyes are dead. We give a reliving sigh but dread. If there’s anything out there that can harm us, is this karma? The concept created by humans just to justify all of the harsh stuff! What fun is Rainbows across gardens? Pardon? The fact I rhyme so hard and I’m only getting started! The red glowing background that I’ve never been apart from, glows brighter in hell seems to become the embodiment of ARSON!!! Darn it! Let me live in the carnage! Sinners plotting, opposing armies with expendable sergeants! It’s possible to be carded, out on a stretcher and lose an arm when it’s blown off. In hell limbs can become easily discarded! And I don’t judge god for this punishment and demise, it’s soothing to hear the screams and try to gather things to survive! A never ending restless existence is no surprise, this is more entertaining then the sock crash of 1929! (Is that a good rap?)