Your Responsibilities - Poem by Francis Burke
Bleed your dreams,
This fragile parchment.
Flee the scene,
Oh, you're so devout.
Bolt your doors, board up your windows.
Let all of the townsfolk know.
The travesty's coming
and when it gets here,
your town will burn nice and slow.
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