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the forces of nature
the fire it blazes through all the seven races,
it dosnt stop to think it just flows in synk,
with all the tinkers and sad grim reapers,
that bring death to all you sleepers,
as i watch from afar with a sad small smile,
i watch you wither from the cold you shiver,
the sadness of the sky never ceases to cry,
as all you silly sleepers scream as you die.
