EARTH
A earthquake
spliting up the
street.everyone runs for
cover.lots of cracked,
black streets spreads
threw the city,giving you
a run for your money.nothing
can rise in it's way.sometime's
they don't crack for a couple
of minute.still hundreds in
the world but they don't all ways
destroy some are very light.
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