Meltdown
Transformers flare In blistering winds Blacken and crisp To charred wisps Hell on Earth From Devil’s plow Sowing firey seeds Raked with burning steeds Thunderous gusts Of burning breath Splinters and embers Cauldrons of death Grab the children Start the car Pray the white-hot tide Can’t reach this fast Can’t reach this far Furies of flame Demons untamed Reclaim, reclaim In Satan’s name Meltdown to the ground Dreams lost and never found This is the wretched endgame Of our Earthly hand, poorly played. litglob © 2019





















