It came like a storm
no one could prepare for such a nightmare
The flame, you adore
could light up a house or quickly burn it down
Passed out from the smoke
you never thought it would do such damage
No doubt, you will cope
times like these eventually pass away
but lately buildings have collapsed
and we might never make it back
All for the cost of pulling out the lost
You won't ever know
the many things that can rise out of ashes
They don't ever grow
People stare but everyone passes by
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