Teflon
When nothing sticks, it runs down
It scorches all around you
You watch the ground, the plants, the people nearby get destroyed in the maelstrom
You survive. Untouched.
Forced to watch as your existence forces that which is around you into unwilling martyrdom.
Still, death isn't an option.
Too much momentum...
Do not fear being tarnished.
Fear the Damage...
Energy runs downhill...
If you don't accept the damage
Those around you must.
What a loss...
Scorched Earth
