• Id:

    a12ec152c4afb5d9f10aefe3ae0c4fb281ec85d65470055886a4f48603acae9a
    safe
  • Prompt:

    Create a metal song about: $KALE Market is burning.

  • Image:

    $KALE Market Is Burning
  • Description:

    The image captures a dramatic scene of a broccoli tree, resembling a flaming tree, surrounded by fire. The broccoli tree stands tall and proudly amidst the fiery inferno. The fire's intensity and the broccoli tree's resilience create a sense of awe and wonder, as if witnessing a magical event unfolding in the world. The image evokes a sense of mystery and intrigue, as the viewer is left to ponder the story behind this extraordinary sight.

  • Songs:

    👈 better
  • Lyrics:

    Title: $KALE Market Is Burning
    Tags: Heavy Metal, Doom, Dramatic, Storytelling
    
    [Intro]
    Ash falls like snow on this forsaken street
    Broccoli branches blaze in the heat
    
    [Verse 1]
    Green towers stood, proud and divine
    Crowned in chlorophyll, worshipped as a sign
    But greed grew wild in the marketplace flame
    Now the roots scream loud with no one to blame
    
    [Chorus]
    $KALE Market is burning, a firestorm of fate
    Echoes of commerce crumble at the gate
    The holy stalk scorched in crimson despair
    This leafy kingdom now gasps for air
    
    [Verse 2]
    Whispers of soil, now choked in soot
    Nature’s last prayer crushed underfoot
    Traders chant, \"Profit!\"—but the sky won’t pay
    The tree of hope ignites and withers away
    
    [Chorus]
    $KALE Market is burning, a firestorm of fate
    Echoes of commerce crumble at the gate
    The holy stalk scorched in crimson despair
    This leafy kingdom now gasps for air
    
    [Bridge]
    Mouths once fed now watch in dread
    As flames devour green dreams once led
    A garden’s soul sold for silver and lies
    Now broccoli burns beneath blood-red skies
    
    [Chorus]
    $KALE Market is burning, a firestorm of fate
    Echoes of commerce crumble at the gate
    The holy stalk scorched in crimson despair
    This leafy kingdom now gasps for air
    
    [Outro]
    Let the ashes fall and stories be told
    Of a tree once brave, now braised and cold
    Broccoli bones in the blaze remain
    The market burned, but truth sustains
    
    [End]