The fires now rise in the west
Leaving mountains of cinders
To climb in their wake
A bittersweet silence lurks
In the burned-out husk of a city;
Pursuing the flames
On their murderous path
The fires now rise in the west
Leaving mountains of cinders
To climb in their wake
A bittersweet silence lurks
In the burned-out husk of a city;
Pursuing the flames
On their murderous path
Keeping the world immersed in stanza.
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