The smoke covered the light,
The ground wet and green,
The fire smelted and dead,
The wind brushed on by,
The beating rain was out of sight,
My shoulder made it hard to lean,
I couldn't hear anything you might've said,
My mind a wonderer,
The green covered for miles,
I saw my life be put into motion,
And then it began with a single tile,
The wind took over roughly,
Quickly becoming my only regret,
The red bled throughout the sky,
Yet I didn't have to fret,
My timid mind grew with anticipation,
But I saw the end with my own eyes,
Even though the world was made for life,
Everyone under the sun dies.
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