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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.