outcry, the surge of the screams, the passion of lust created drop off, washed persuaded that in the hubbub. Late in the dimension of thought, full of lust.
a trap, in the full enjoyment fragments,
which was apparent at all.
then .....,
fire ... flames, suffocating smoke,
ambushed every niche of the eyes and lungs
suddenly, the screams in the darkness
surprised to panic, many bodies are lying, flounder shortness the seconds are present, Thus the value of life.
nothing is in vain, there is always full of meaning in every moment of tragedy sense of how, in the vain of, in arms at the pleasure false.
it was always,
it processes every stage of life.