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The Fire

The light of combustion,
The heat burning my face.
Beams of red, yellow, orange,
Rising so high.
A mixture of smoke and dust,
Tinting the bright blue sky.

There it goes.
CRASH to the ground.
Screams of innocent lives,
Captured by Satan.
Running and running,
But no place to go.





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