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Literature Text
They say a picture speaks a thousand words,
where a word just speaks but one,
so let me paint a picture for you,
before the day is done,
Over the horizon you see,
the trees are going down,
the river seems ablaze,
with fire and ashes all around,
My screams are in the distance,
begging for some help,
my screaming makes no difference,
you smile to watch me melt,
The colors of my painting,
start spilling on the floor,
the heat the flames are creating,
makes the color run some more,
The canvas begins to char,
as my face blackens with suit,
you can here the trees crash to the ground,
if you listen hard,
You close your eyes to breath,
from the painting that you see,
but when you open your eyes again,
the paintings a reality,
Your chest is heavy with smoke,
and I just stand and watch you choke,
I promise this is no joke,
about the painting I'm talking about,
You decide to lay down,
to stop from falling to the ground,
I lay beside you sound,
as the flames lick my night gown,
You scream out in pain,
as the flames lick you all the same,
and you look at me like I'm going insane,
because I seem at piece under the flame,
"Can't you feel a thing?"
I shrug and begin to sing,
you must be nuts to think,
the painting means anything,
I put my paintbrush down,
as you spin your head around,
where back to where we started,
where home, safe and sound,