The things I heard and saw


As ashes burn and people are wiped away from the earth by the light of a match thousands of bodies drop dead, tears and screaming all around wanting the pain to stop all controlled by one man and what he did was so grand. A lasting memory of sorrow and pain knowing he was the one to blame wishing the flame would die down as you drowned in a pile of flesh and bones you can still hear the moans of the people at dawn, who were once there but now are gone.

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