the stairs have
been broken,
turning into firewood
it too burns the
house
the bridge of the river
is also taken
all pieces down to the
drain of the
river
what now? what shall
you do with your fury?
what shall we
profit from you
powers of destruction
your capacity for
annihilation?
make us all disappear
we have nothing now
except our presence.
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