We see each other in plight,
In towns our scare is a clamour of distress,
They have to stay awake to avoid the city
Of shards and pikes, of bricks and mortar.
Fire is seen where a ghost has travelled by the Sun,
Their overtaking us is like that of a star in the cosmos -
It lives too punished and hot, so hard and fast with speed.
Fire is seen in the cosmos.
Ghosts are like ghouls in the lair of our Hell,
Where the Sun is no longer a star to judge,
When effort has been arranged of late,
To strike the heads of the fuel, the fuel of the town of distress.
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