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Apocalyptic Dreams

I slipped into a slumbered haze, I drifted into nocturnal daze, Everything seemed in perfect place A frigid breeze blew through the air Time was neither here nor there I strolled down to the bus stop Across the bridge, a cloud appeared And all it touched, they disappeared Now all I see is scarlet sky Tucked behind a wall, I hid All the townspeople, the fire rid Death flooded the streets Corpses lay throughout my path As I journeyed aimlessly throughout the wrath I hear the sirens pass Cadavers raining from the roofs Witness to disastrous truth Apocalypse is nigh

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Date: 3/16/2018 12:16:00 AM
Most of our dreams come all together in the sense, their is a message that is in it for us to beware and to pay attention to a event that shall happen.. thank you for sharing Ellie Harriet (Derena)
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Date: 3/15/2018 10:23:00 AM
*This poem was inspired by a disturbingly vivid dream I had about the apocalypse.
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