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Ring of Fire
The train halted,
I bid good bye to my workmate,
Flesh floating and Jilted
Then I saw the ring of fire..
The restaurant was bursting, I run the knife through the cake she has baked. The Taj today fissured. Then I saw the ring of fire.
I was all red’ Lying in my hospital bed, 100 dead - the newspaper read. When I saw the ring of fire
The dead are gone, The Living is living, With memories unforgiving. Of that ring of fire.
