The Splintered Theater
Excitement and joy turned
To flame of the heart and mind.
The curtain fell, withered in the heat.
Curling into ash and air;
Splintered wood... the disease of humanity,
Fueling its scorching heat.
This place of man's entertainment falls
Like the weakened bodies around it.
The sickness ends, leaving only devastation
And a pile of rubble and ashes;
But rebirth ensues, rising anew...
Humanity, a blazing pheonix.
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