They ascended in anguished streams
Mortal queues of edacious, coined fodder
Gucci suits tear stained, blood splattered
Penny loafers, plush pumps fostered expansive blisters
Once opulent, soft hands pushed and pulled voraciously
The golden stairwell…transmuted into jagged rock
As the “Profli”…Gates of Heaven lie in charred ruins
Smoldering, squalid embers now forever searing
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