Miracle Triage
It Was Apocalyptic for those mountain folk...
A quarter million pristine acres crisped.
Dozens of homes destroyed by Hades' blow.
Everyone gushed about a bible.
That came through the inferno untouched.
Stranger still, some called it a miracle.
Despite a dozen people being burned alive...
Where was their miracle?
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