From Painkiller SupremeEdit

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All you poets, bright and smart,

Please continue this work of art:

Behind the house beside the tree

I saw a light, what could it be?


The light was bright, and flickering,

It had a pale hue and did bring

Me to see it, and while I observed,

The light, it grew, to size absurd.

It was a fire; my shed was burning,

And fires spread, as I was learning.

Nearby, there were several birds

Waiting for a meal; they were vultures.

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