They only started to burn,
Not feeling the great gears turn.
A summer heat wave
From hell, none left to save.
With fire, the oceans started a churn.

Egyptians go, forced to adjourn
To feet shriveled, as they spurn
Once soft sands, now knave.
Nothing will last.

In this fire, none will learn.
Few will fight, most will yearn
For an end. What the sun gave,
It takes back, a loss with no stave.
No lifting of burdens, no concern.
Nothing will last.

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