I was just fannin' the flames,
that blew this town away.
I watched them burn the sky,
and waste in the wind.
I knew right then they had won,
but I knew the inside would swell.
Open like starting over
I heard them chanting,
open minds blew away.
Night came upon them like a curtain,
preparing for the storm.
Came like thunder of trains.
Passed by way of capitulation.
We had won.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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