Heat arrives from somewhere,
Opening the eyes, making them stare;
For the flames have erupted,
Making the room feel despair.
This is desperation, a feeling of pain,
When will a hazard of the day finish?
A disaster looms and discourages
Good feelings, the feelings are like hell.
Heat mingles in the air, mingles,
So then the fire is conspicuous;
You must escape and crazily flee
To avoid a catastrophe.
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