It will be me
in the fire
burning at dawn
blazing
scorching around the edges
catching
alone
as the world watches on
me
constrained by tendrils
of wire and rope and chains
and all that never
materialized
it will be you
the onlooker
protected
engulfed by the masses
surrounded
but it will be me
on my own
as I burn in my hell.
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