The Most Tolerable Third Party

The sky is on fire
The stars are still burning
Backdraft pollutes the heavens
We stare up toward the blackened clouds
Ashes still churning

Pull up a chair or put your ass in the grass
We just lit the fuse
Poured kerosene upon the flames
In the reflections of our eyes
Your dreams go up in smoke

We breathe an incendiary future
A past recorded through arson
Playing hide and seek with devil
While the peaks are still burning

The sky is on fire
The stars are still burning
Backdraft pollutes the heavens
We stare up toward the blackened clouds
The world has stopped turning

Aspirations in a reverberative pyre
Strike the match, point the finger
Burn the witch
A twisted mirror-image, charred
Echoing from below

Hell has frozen over while
The earth thawed the sun
Ratiocinate philosophies
Laced with magnesium brilliance
For which no ocean is deep enough

The sky is on fire
The stars are still burning
Backdraft pollutes the heavens
We stare up toward the blackened clouds
Lean in close and hear the flames yearning

Pyrophoric poetry penned
In mushroom cloud exposure
A pre-nuclear post-mortem holocaust bottled up
With microwave oven convenience
We've put God in the hot seat
Boiling our repentances alive
Just in time for dinner

Truth extinguished in a molotov daisy chain
Throw yourselves on the bonfire
Toast a marshmallow

Clap your hands to the rhythm
Sing along with the conflagration
The comet will come with attrition
1814

The arsonists have become heroes
And our appetites have just been whet