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Sep 2012
We were thrown in this holding cell, spaced evenly apart
I remember it being cold and damp, it was hard to move
All I could see was a bright light above us, so bright almost blinding
The haunting laughter of children echoed, bad things happened here once
The cell shook and we could feel the entire room moving, the prisoners silent with fear
With a crash the cell was still, the light was fading
Now the light was gone, "whats going on?" a fellow inmate screamed
We could feel heat raising from the floor we were trapped to, it steadily increased
Some time passed and now the heat was getting unbearable, the smell of burning flesh was in the air
Scream after scream my fellow inmates were over come by the heat and burned to death
I knew this was the end, as my screams followed the countless others
There was now silence as I lay on the very edge of my own end...
When I felt the heat being taken form the chamber, and now i could feel the cell moving again
The Familiar bright lights gave no peace, and just before my life gave out I heard a woman saying...
"Okay kids cookies are done!"
Joshua Jones
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Joshua Jones  Santa Fe, Texas
(Santa Fe, Texas)   
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   --- and Lucky Queue
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