In the depths of Ghastio's twisted mind, A furnace raged, a fire left behind. Cracked and worn, his visage gray, He seethed with fury, night and day.
His eyes, like hot coals, glowed bright red, As he cracked his knuckles, a menacing dread. The air around him seemed to writhe, As if it too felt his burning ire and spite. ghastio cracked hot
With every step, the ground did shake, As if the earth itself began to ache. His laughter echoed, a maniacal sound, As Ghastio Cracked Hot, his rage unbound. In the depths of Ghastio's twisted mind, A