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Sep 2015
Running through the forest, into the night
A fire grows strong, a murderous light
Burning the living and eating the dead
The fire grows hungry, leaving havoc in its stead

Weakening the giants, making them tumble
Falling to the ground, an echoing rumble

Ground shaking, twigs breaking
Running for my life, escaping my demise
Death is knocking at my door
My heart speeds as I soar

Trees fall as I fly, feeling so lost
I can’t deny, death is near
My time has come, falling to the ground
Filled with contentment, heaven shines down

Created by the same God
Grown with the same love
I feel no pain, my sufferance gone
The trees and I have become one
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   ryn
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