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The Great Cleansing Fire
03:10
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I.
To scorch, to separate rotted flesh from bone.
Cleansing fire shall free you from your illness.
Embrace the embers, swallow the flames.
Let the great cleansing fire make your form anew.
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Roaches
03:22
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II.
When Roaches roamed this land, not even the darkest corners were safe
From their collective wrath, a hunger unending.
Ravenous were the Roaches, equally as vile.
They gorged themselves until the land could no longer provide
So the Roaches took to eating themselves.
Each other.
No Roach was safe from another
And they eventually, inevitably, ate themselves to the end.
No Roach stood, save for one.
A Roach most vile, just as they all were
And the land saw fit to avenge itself.
This Roach would suffer.
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III.
Aimlessly, the Roach wandered desolate landscapes
And crept around the corners where the mold grew.
The air grew putrid
And rotted heaps of filth and flesh numbered places
That once harbored thousands upon thousands of Roaches before.
All that mold around the edge
Grew and made the fetid air poisonous.
For some expanse of time
The Roach choked and retched
Until the earth was no longer satisfied.
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4. |
The Earth Is Hungry
02:21
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IV.
The earth is hungry now.
After another expanse of time
The mold dried.
Some relief came to the Roach
Although it had already coughed its lungs out
In small bloody strips.
The earth in its ravenous hunger
Devoured the flesh and drank the blood
Leaving not a trace nor scrap.
It satisfied briefly although the flesh
Was worn and diseased.
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V.
Somewhere distantly
The final bee that buzzed
Rested upon the dry and withered earth
And died.
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VI.
The air surrounding the Roach
Became dry and hot.
The Fever had begun to
Turn the dirt beneath the Roach's feet
Into unbearably hot, scorched land.
With its flesh burned and charred
The Roach fell to its knees and
Gave to the reaches above
A violent and throat shredding shriek.
One last defiant shout...
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VII.
...And the resounding silence that responded
Was the loudest thing the Roach ever heard.
Its voice shattered and echoed
Through the vast reaches above
Yet nothing cried back.
The Roach trudged along with no direction
Once more
But with each step, the Roach felt
The bottom of its trembling feet
Graft a bit more to the ground with each step.
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VIII.
The Fever takes and does not giveth back.
The Roach collapsed under the vicious heat
And gave in completely to the simmering air
That surrounded its very being
Right down to its foul soul.
"Weep no longer, it's over,"
Said the Fever.
It mocked the Roach
As each tear the Roach could shed
Sizzled upon its very eyes.
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The Long, Final Sigh
02:44
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IX.
The Roach was grafted to the smoldering ground beneath it
And every minute movement the Roach made
Would tear a strip of its flesh
From its very bone.
Every strip was consumed by the earth.
What remained of the Roach
Left a pathetic sight to behold.
No longer a congregation of meat and skin.
Knowing only pain and fire
The long, final sigh marked the end for this final Roach.
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This Burning Earth
05:06
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X.
To scorch, to separate rotted flesh from bone.
Cleansing fire shall free you from your illness.
Embrace the embers, swallow the flames.
Let the great cleansing fire make your form anew.
Celebrate this grand rebirth.
Until then, keep your hearts close.
Band together and dream.
Reach for the vast beauty above your head.
Make amends.
Make memories.
Though the great flame swiftly approaches,
Remember that we don't have to be alone.
We can face the blaze together,
Hand in hand
And let go of this burning earth.
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