I’m staggering through an inferno
My eyes want to drown out the flames
Visions of spirits descending
Pictures with broken frames
The echo of drums is haunting
The earth starts to quake with their sound
Caught in this smoldering cyclone
While slipping through cracks in the ground
Books are torn to pieces, paper swirls around
Generators explode, louder the drums pound
Shards of glass plunge into my skin
The singeing gusts uproot my hair
Disintegrating into a spectral dust
My ashes are tossed through the air
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