The fire around rages on
Crimson flames bouncing from one wall to the next
Gathering in the middle
To fall down another floor
Meeting the rest

Rooms devoured one by one
Endless screams of torture
The chilling sound of cries for help

I wait on the top floor
Knowing my time will come
The heat burning my skin already
Making my thoughts turn random
Contemplating this heat verses the suns

Looking from the windows I see
Flames shooting out windows
My family beneath begging me to jump

I sit back on my couch
Watching my blank TV
Humming songs and fiddling fingers
I ask God to show me what to do
To open my eyes so I can see

I just moved here two months ago
Does this mean it's my time
Is this my sign that it's now right for me to die

I feel the building tilt
I hear the terrified screams
On my TV I see a bright light
The screams turn into an angel's voice
Saying "It's okay, come with me"

I shrug my shoulders
Closing my eyes, saying goodbye to the world in my mind
I sing "Whatever will be, will be"

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