Gone

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The lights go off

The town shuts down

Nature’s fury takes it’s toll

The storm is coming

It eyes us now

It can see you

You’ll go down

The floods will come

And you will drown

The town will suffer

They’ll go down

Deep inside

A light is seen

By it’s reddish glows

The world must beam

And now you know

These are the pits of Hell

And you are dead.

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