The heat sits a crouched gargoyle
Hunched right outside the door
The moon does not linger
The shadow of night recedes
Both fleeing quickly
No longer able to offer brief respite
We struggle to move or even breathe
The air thickened
Heavier than any hope we carry
The sun become a brutal god
Indifferent to our desperate pleas
Seeing only his reflection in the scorching shimmer
Our suffering the suffering of all
As innocents die and die and die
We hide ourselves however we can
Covering our ears so not to hear
Whispered spoken wailing cries
Unbearable knowledge
That we ourselves built this pyre
Now the entire world burns
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