Fire.

by M MEM   Feb 10, 2006


Hell is moving down the mountain,
Run.
Hide.
The smoke is setting the sky gray.
Run.
Hide.
Bring in the helicopters,
The news teams,
Spray it with water.
The fire keeps moving.
It's engulfing the city.
We're trapped,
Desperation.
Fight.
There is nowhere to run.
There is nowhere to hide.
We can only fight.
Because we are burning to our death.

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