Suddenly the ground breaks,
cracks go so far down you cannot see.
The cracks separate us,
I drift futher and further away,
they cannot be seen anymore.
It starts to get warmer,
hot, very hot.
I suddenly realise,
that this is fire,
underneath me, around me.
I try to find a way back,
but is it too late?
Yes, it is too late,
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