Twister
The heavens roar, the clouds quake,
From a deep sleep, I awake.
When the wind blows, the trees break,
I can see the funnel over the lake.
As it comes closer, I start to shake,
I stare watching how much debris it can make.
It's so powerful, it seems fake,
I can't escape, I just stand still as my life it takes.
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