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Feb 2012
As I sit here,
on the top of the world,
I see the approaching flame
Burning all.
Bringing us all to damnation.
Yet all we can do is sit and wait,
watch burning Death approach us.
There is no hope,
hope escaped years ago.
Yet I feel happy,
not happy for Death,
but happy for the world.
Cleansed in fire, blood and Death,
It's finally free...
Denver Elijah Bijlsma
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