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May 2011
The skies burn red as the flames arise
The black clouds fly which is to no surprise

The dead have fallen beneath the ground
Only to be found by some pesky hound

The flames roar with laughter of the devil
The sky is ready to cry to clean off the shovel

The rain begins to fall slowly
As the world is lonely

The world is full of pain
This is impossible to disclaim

For it is true in every way
Some day we will all have to pay-
Conor Cleveland
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