The Death of a Barbarian

We should come to his rescue I know you your dad have a troubled past yeah, but I'm a barbarian. We we take off back to the to the butte lot encampment all right you two set off But not before Sharpie trips over his own two feet and falls flat on his face As you pick yourself up you realize you didn't trip over your tone to feet, but instead a large tattered tone that's a book. The first entry reads dead all dead My children gone Five bright souls snuffed out in an instant No mother should be forced to endure such horror let alone be forced to watch There screams their heart shattering screams the crackling flames the smell of burning flesh