Twisted
The houses have been shifted
everything tattered and destroyed
to glance around and see a horrid mixture
the lives of people mixed, mangled, and scattered
yet people will rebuild
grow again and together because of disaster
become stronger harder to tear apart
growing faith and hope
but still weary, waiting for the worst to happen again....
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