Scalding hail Flying chunks of hot debris rushing through the air Vapors causing blisters, eyes blinded by the glare Clouds that shower death, hell falling from the sky Searing rain of molten rock, flesh begins to fry Burning fragments, steaming stones

They never will know They never will find In the furnace Charring the flesh The body is ash Burning the corpse Consumed by the flames There is no trace Stab the knife into the face and then wrench the blade inside