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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