The
wind blows,
What
is left.
The
ash falls,
The
fires roar.
Screams
echo,
Through
the cave walls.
No
where to go,
No
escape.
The
pain unbearable.
The
wind blows,
What
is left.
The
smoke flows,
And
the fires burn.
No
one is left.
Nothing
but destruction.
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