Natural Disaster
The fierce tidal wave
Roaring raw
Sweeping as it goes.
The outburst of ruin
Deadly heat
Welcomed by thunder.
Fire and brimstone rain
Unquenched burns
Natural killing.
Natural they are...
Disaster
May God save our souls.
VERSE FORM - LUNE
Copyright © Goodness Lanre | Year Posted 2013
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