Thy remnants lie in dust and ashes
Where life undone, is framed in ruin.
Scrape the bones, bereft of peace.
Recall to past that lies beneath.
Before the embers calmed their rage,
Before the specters’ screams did fade
Only in death, did the violence cease.
The plague of man for plights of old,
Their twisted minds and hearts so cold.
This life was never worth a damn,
But damnation quickly took its toll
For wherever their ghosts forever roam,
The remnants are nothing, but shattered bones.