Citrine

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Amber plates flashing high,

Hear the lost as they sigh,

Flee the valley of the dead,

Golden flames rage on ahead,

Phosphorus and flame scorch the sky,

A screaming metal rain death is nigh.


Brightest night cities cry,

To heaven angels fly,

Strain to break Fates' cruel thread,

Pray the tapestry misread,

Dirt-faced children too young to die,

Fiery rain of death to defy.

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