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His wife birthing his child.

 

Yet he, the man, the hero, the savior,

 

carries the inhabitants out

 

whilst the naked flames

 

burn the home until only ashes remain.

 

The match ignites.

 

The child dies. The person he rescued lives

 

one for one.

 

Yet he is still in

 

utter turmoil

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