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All is lost. Ended in the flames.

Men are crying. Flying

ashes and dust enhance their pain.

Can they survive, those who’ll remain?

All the survivors gathered around,

on top of a glacier, made up a plan.

Naked and clinging, warming their feet,

in a heated discussion on who they will eat.

Is it right? What is right? What is?

What is killing, living?

If men cannot eat, then they cannot live.

Who amongst them has the least to give?

All alone. Oh, God! No hope.

Under the inhumane circumstances,

humans are taking their last chance

for life, with hearts cold as ice,

minds dark, and a killer glance.

One of them, taking his last stance.

Who will have the last laugh?

Inhumane. Inhumane eating.

They live on. All but one.