The hidden
The clouds grow,
Growing heavier and heavier
The future unknowing
whether it could be
a light drizzle
Or a violent outburst
No one looks from the
comfort of their home
The ignorance of their
Surroundings
Obliviousness:
Its a killer, murderer
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