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Last night, they slept in cozy homes
With plans alive for weekend off
Kids gripped their parents lovely tight
In bed with comfortable muffs
Not more, would have they wanted but?
To part away from world so sad
A begging sorry for their deeds
To those they loved their life ahead
In sleep they slid away to death
A wink enough was spared but not
In rubbles remain their comfy nests
They flee away to distant path
Just now a couple thousand souls
Set free, today from mortal world
Flee now it seems that everywhere
All have to say someone a word
Does death comes always blazing fast?
That just resembles spark in sky
For some others but creeping slow
Like burns the oil in lantern’s light
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Final Hour (Acrostic)
