Lighting Strikes,
thunder and rain go hand and hand,
people running all around,
as the earthquake slices the ground.
Miracle,Miracle, Christians pray,
but the darkness wants it's prey.
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall,
why must you always shatter and fall?
God once made this world by hand,
he is the ruler of the land.
As long as you believe the happiness you will retrieve,
sadness and loss of lives,
this is the day that darkness dies.
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Eruption
Poésiepoems. [READ PLEASE] i wrote most of this in the sixth grade. just saying.
