Incomplete Ideas III

Sketch 1 - Untitled
Choke on the smoke that was burst through the air
Drown in the gasoline the arson would not touch
Burn down the city, slaughter the helpless
Screams of pain ripping through the air

Sketch 2 - Ahoy
Not so fast, Captian ECAF.
Those scrolls will remain blank until our routes are made clear.
We have to scavenge the 7 seas and gather golden jewels to pay the debt.
They'll catch us someday, Captain.

Hannah:

cont. #1 dig at the flesh that surrounds your soul
even you know your skin isn't yours
it only complicates this ghastly riddle
that seperates me from these heavenly shores

I don't know if that makes much sense; but it sounds cool.
We should freestyle.