Ruins
Ground quakes
Ash falls
Fire pillages
As charcoal takes walls
Heat searing
Eyes stinging
Skin blistering
Hair burning
Try to outrun
But only in vain
I trip and fall
But look back and feel pain
Crumbled to ground
Reduced to rubble
Ash and smoke
Faded has the signs of trouble
And left my world in ruins.
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