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I watched as the flames consumed.
Inside, there was a clerk hanging on to the telephone, panick stricken and in shock. The wire from the headpiece had begun to burn.
I wondered what he saw those minutes before the Burn. Was it life playing fastforward or was it a dimensional trip to unknown deserts of life unlocking their vaults for him so he could die without the shame of ignorance?
The clerk was steady or would have been if it hadn't been a fire happening. Like if someone had whispered in his ear:
Everything's gonna be allright.
Everything's gonna be allright.
Your world is turning black, ashes rise yet you won't be the phoenix. You will die on this day along with everything else you've worked for. You will be mourned for a brief time before they think about the insurance they could cash in. Your brothers, mothers, sisters and fathers know that money is thicker than blood and that mourning is a waste of time.
Was it the devil?
I wonder. Was it he who must not be named that repeated the mantra for you time over and time again whilst you stood there watching the flames?
Or was it yourself?
Everything's gonna be allright. You'll make it through, everything's gonna.
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This must be hell for there are no windows.
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