Topheth (Poem)

Topheth is stacked with an abundance of wood
Woe to the kings who are up to no good

Woe to the nations of blasphemous glory
The beginning of light is the end of your story

Woe is the sulfur that comes down like rain
It’s the end of drought and the beginning of pain

Woe is the fire that sets it ablaze
The flood of the righteous at the end of dayz