fire,
eventually it goes out,
the flames die.
people
go home,
get on with their lives,
it was
fun for a while,
a short
few months of yelling
and screaming,
wasting
precious time,
but solving
nothing, while in the air,
the ashes swirl,
the fire
extinguished.
ah, the stories they
will tell their
children about how
once upon a time,
they saved
a cruel cruel world.
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