The End

by Yvonne   Jul 16, 2008


Confusion
Chaos all around
Fire spitting from the heavens
Yet you hear not a sound
The wind is blowing
The ground begins to quake
There is nothing you can do
No shelter can you make
Your heart is pounding
You feel a heaviness in the air
Looking around in the dark
You find nothing there

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