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Mar 2012
The city is on fire and what a beautiful display.
Flames lapping at charred bodies.
Buildings already just crumbled heaps of stone and steel.
The soft tinkling of glass on the cracked and broken sidewalk,
Screeching police sirens already too late to save them.
The sweet sound of a death scream pierces the smoky night.
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