The city burns. An eerie sight,
Twisted faces in scarlet light.
The city burns, and men will fall
`Neath smoking ruins once proud and tall,
Tongues of flame lick at the sky,
Innocent babes wail as they die.
Mothers weep and beat their breast -
The panicked multitude tramples the rest.
The city burns. A funeral pyre
To man's dreams, consumed by fire.
The coward, the proud vanish in flame;
Rich and poor die all the same.
Monuments, erected to the praise of Man
Crumple as if struck by a fiery hand.
Mansions and shacks collapse in smoke -
The city dies, its backbone broke.
The slow, the weak, the aged die first
This punishment of man is terrible to behold!
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