They were surrounded by fire
A group of 8 to be precise
Hungry fire - Desperate fire
Fire left alone for far too long
Fire with a crimson past
Past the boiling point of time
Oh how they yelled for help
Yelling turned to screaming
Screaming turned to pure agony in their voices
And so they were comsumed
By a demented dude
Koza
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