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Nov 2015
The fires are burning
Sending them to their deaths
Smoke and ashes swirling
Their maker has been met

We are all just running
Until we can no more
Because our time is coming
Behind us is just gore

I'm the only one now
And I know I am next
But I will not allow
Them all of my respect

Somehow I have made it
The ending is now near
With the past behind me
I'm getting out of here
Alex
Written by
Alex  Maine
(Maine)   
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