I sleep through the howling wind,
for when its time all must come to an end.
The flames surround, and shrieks bleed into the air.
Sometimes life just isn't fair.
I cry your name, but you never turn around.
As the world is consumed by fire, all disappears but sound.
I crawl, broken and shattered, away from the sweltering heap.
I wait for the others to awake from their deep, never ending sleep.
Everyone draws in their last breath and closes their eyes
to a world drowned in pain and consumed by lies.
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