The World Under Siege
The world is under siege by acts of God,
Natural Disasters,
Plagues,
Famine,
Floods,
At any moment the world as we know it
could come to a screeching halt,
Buildings are crumbling,
Neighborhoods are falling apart,
Roads are being washed away,
leaving no way out,
Life as we know it could end in
a minute,
The weather system is out of control,
Most people dream of a quiet death,
but the present conditions will make earths'
inhabitants, perishing souls,
This world will become barren without any beauty to behold,
The maelstroms we have been experiencing
may have been sent by God, yet altered and enhanced by
mans' experiments to rule the land...
through devastation and chaos ithe "Principalities" will
gain power,
Rain isn't ordinary anymore, neither is wind or snow,
in any weather episode we all could get swept away,
The world could end and we all could just go,
Disappear......
Cease to exist,
The globe has become strange,
The weather remiss.
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