Literature
There's Twenty People on My Floor
There's twenty people on my floor,
Beneath the stairs, behind the door.
Their sleeping bodies crowd the halls,
Their weary backs against the walls.
The world outside is dark and grim,
With waters red and skies grown dim.
To go out there is danger now,
In poisoned air, and flaming boughs.
These warriors take shelter here,
From Monster's wrath, and choking fear.
For though these soldiers are quite strong,
This fight, I fear, will be prolonged.
There's twenty people on my floor,
To fight a war like none before.
And yet, amid the strafe and fright,
With these friends I rest tonight.
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