Shooting Fire
The way the fire fell
How the wind blew the trees
People screaming from everywhere
Running To and Fro
The clouds turned dark
Wind blowing the leaves
The dogs and cats
running for shelter
What must this Be
Some said, “It’s the second a coming”
Others said, “Run! Here it comes”
Floating CemeteriesEverywhere
Hospital Nomore
My Heart Is Troubled
My Mind Is Twisted
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