When its turn had expired
There was only an instant
And I had always wondered
When given this instant
Could I pray or somehow get away
Yet when this instant came
I yelled a warning to the ears
Which already knew
And then the instant was gone
And the dust slowly settled
My lungs felt sick and heavy
No injuries to any in the party
But after the panic faded
I thought that I had wasted
The instant given to me
It was a funny thing
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