He runs from the flames,
He's a prisoner of fire.
There's no escape now.
He can't run, he can't hide.
The flames are too close.
It's too late, he's trapped.
Swallowed by the flames.
Slow and painful suffering.
It's done now. He's dead.
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Morbid, violent and passionate, This is some great poetry.