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“The world’s on fire,” she said to me.
I sighed and readied for the litany.
“The end time’s coming,” she turned a phrase.
“The world’s on fire and the nights are days.”

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Hot fire and cold fire and gunfire reign.
Countless opinions that seek to explain.
Less fire or more fire the question is clear.
Countless responses we all need to hear.

“Freedom’s freedom,” the man proclaimed.
As he looked upon the one he’d maimed.
“You can’t tell me how to live my days.”
As struggled with his bleak malaise.

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“I’ve been swindled,” as he crossed the line.
Said the union man with no designs.
“Worked my life for the factory kings.
Caught between the buzzards and their wings.”

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