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I've thought about it before.

What that place would look like in a blanket of flames.

Because flames are beautiful.

As are the screams of others.

I don't care for the smell though.

Because the smell is horride.

The smell of burning flesh it is.

And that building would reek of it.

But we have to make sacrafices to get what we want.

And those glorious burning flames are worth it.

Worth all the time and effot.

Worth all the lives lost.

Just to see it one more time.

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Before they put me to sleep.