the storm

The Storm

 coming storm

thick black clouds heavy with rain

looming on the horizon.

Coming quickly for the nation,

will you escape?

Can you sense the foreboding?

Is it just another rain cloud? Or something worse?

Is something wicked coming?

Go abut your busy life

unseeing

blinded to the coming danger.

Soon the storm will over take you.

No place is safe.

No place to hide.

Destruction on every side.

To late! To late!

Cried the people

oh to be a bird and fly to your mountain!

Sorrow

gloom

Judgment coming.

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