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Morning breaks after a Long, hot summer night, Spoiling the sacred peace. The sun filters through the windows Like swords ripping through his flesh In a frenzy He vainly attempts to hold back the demons Holding him back, but perhaps it's too late Because his friends have already fled the building Leaving him little time To react for he hears children's voices On the hills in the forest approaching quickly So he answers with regret as he's done before And he'll do forever His discomfort soon wears off upon the Realization that this can't exist