Oh how the audience of angels and demons awe at your panic
Racing toward the exits, fire crawling along like a one year old baby
The smoke rises like the steam from moist warm morning pastures
Like naiive souls rising from lifeless forms
New beginnings as the guard smashes the glass to switch the alarm on
The noise is a standing ovation from the audience of angels and demons
who had their two weeks leave extended by god almighty and the devil frightening
Their clapping is feet running sprinting and hobbling toward the stairs and elevators
Smoke filled building creeks of fire flooding into the corridors
Upstairs the fire stares at the roof jumps over legs that stampede this way and that
The main doors open up at ground level the building empties like a trough being kicked
yet no water will be spilled over that inferno and the angels will go home before halftime
Where were the heavenly fire engines to arrive to save the trapped
Why were the cherubs not admitted and imps allowed to laugh on evil laps
Some frustrated angels tried to get a discount at the ticket office
alas the clerk was a purgatory atheist and thought they were impersonating
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