see the city spires,
within, the pious and unjust
blazing country fires
reduce the belt to rust
heroes falling harder than rain
angels without wings to fly
inflicting so much unneeded pain
no one should have died
the air is thick with tension and fear
acrid smoke shattered glass broken dreams
where do we go from here?
the future is more unsure than it seems
we've risen so high
and fallen so fast
the time is nigh
to make it last
or this may be the end for all of us
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