Torn paper, left in the shadow of ruin,
No matter the words stained there
A fire, breathes out from the lost rage,
It doesn’t belong here, what was once
A place of ease and passion,
Yet the fire rummages within this place,
Breaking what once was,
Gaining speed and strength in its swift
Movement through the deserted light,
It swallows everything, leaving it all in ash
Unrecognizable remnants of memories
Out of mind, buried in the flame,
What was once a home, is now
A cemetery, with no one to mourn
For the passing, the vanished life of all
Who laughed within these walls, cried
And shook in the comforts of loving arms,
Step out, beyond the chaos of what once was
And see the world, matches the home in ash.
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