Rythm and rhyme
I’m burning to ashes... I’m burning with the masses of people dedicated to evil. My eyes shift with the crowd as I hear different voices screaming aloud. I’ve never felt so proud of the sound breaking through the atmosphere and leaving marks on the ground. I find comfort in these words as they spill from my heart to the verse. But trust me... I’ve heard worse.. There isn’t nothin more I love than a heart about to burst. I know these words bring no comfort to a sinners mind. I have fallen to the floor with the rest of mankind. I do it the most I use to brag and boast about the things it brings... And then I start to sing about it.. I have captured a moment between my fingers cause I felt it starting to linger in my mind.
