Disasters
Dreadful winds begin to wail,
Darkened skies turn cold and pale.
Desperate waters crash and rise,
Dust and embers choke the skies.
Distant sirens scream and cry,
Dreams lie shattered, torn, awry.
Dawn still comes—the world won’t die.
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