Spontaneous combustion– One day existing lamely, The next in some construction Macabre explode insanely. A normal life unravels, The sudden moment's mortal Ignition casts the gavel With flaming rage immoral. A ticking bomb awaiting Beneath the surface, flicking Abruptly, detonating So many lives–a sick thing. The symptoms go unnoticed. The temperatures are seldom Surprising say the closest In contact with these venoms. Demise is now endemic, The cases ever rising, Society's aesthetic Is terror-yet-arriving. No questions, no prevention, No scrutiny, discussion, Just ever unrelenting Spontaneous combustion.
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