the moon rose high in the sky, it's fullest time
doin eighty in residentials, park. start pulling line.
the same every night and day for the best in the state
but this one felt different, stepping on broken plates
police with drawn weapons keep holding their lines
tellin us to watch out backs inside, faces older then time
we just axed the door and headed straight for the stairs
feeling invincible to the heavy tasks we shouldered in pairs
til i saw him in a folding chair, toe in the trigger guard
a little charred but still, i recognized Jacob
saw the can of gas, remember he went bankrupt
putting the past behind, one task in mind, save his family
go through the kitchen, upstairs into a smoky canopy
take the left. touch the doorknob, twist it and push
air feeds the hissing fire, spitting cinders and suit
dodging falling timber, we cleared each room
and made it out just before we heard the boom
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