The Storm
As the sky grew grey
People in dismay
But the flowers screaming hooray hooray
Thunder grew violent
And the people went silent
Finally some peace and quiet
For I am dreary
And the sky eerie
The people are growing more and more weary
Clouds violently crying
Happiness slowly dying
People not wanting to be goodbying
Rain like tears
Thunder was your worst fear
People screaming "the end is near the end is near"
Thrashing
Slashing
Crashing
That was the end of all human life ever lasting
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