The Burning House
Someday the time may come
Pray that it will not
But that may not work
It is just your fate if it does or not
You cannot plan for it
Just make a move without thinking
Whether you live or die does not matter
All that will matter is the life of another
You will not have time to choose
The burning house is right before you
And it has chosen you
Will you be able to face the challenge
No one else can answer that for you
That is something you have to ask yourself
And you had better be honest
There is so much at stake waiting for you
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