December 20, 2012
The world spins round and round
Sometimes too fast it spins
Hitting hard from time to time
Its life is now blurred
The universal confusions
No one can understand
Heat strikes out with rage
Rage that is uncalled for
Stars line up one by one
Like soldiers marching into battle
The flames lick at all life
Like poor kids lick at fantasies
Sun destroyer of unknown
Making everything black
Black like burnt leaves
Dark like the ragged crow
It all floats away as nothing
Ash is what has been left
The smell of burning souls
Filling this oxygen less space
Often mistaken as regular death
This death has destroyed the body
It has also taken all we are
Yet in the end we made no impression

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