A Coming Storm
The day is coming alas
A coming storm rolling in fast
Darker than any cloud over the cast
When day turns to everlasting night
Will we be forced into a blind fight?
Will we see clearly without light?
A storm heavy in mass
A catastrophic event may be our last
Darkness looms, growing vast
Signs of a apocalypse
Still we're blinded by trivial events
Final hours of our days, nearing eclipse
The coming storm forewarns
Awaiting to shuck us like corn
A harvest accompanies the final horn
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