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the hills will be drowning , the hills will be drowning
silence broke, shattering to pieces as
Panic’s voice screamed out over the land.
Rushing feet, running to escape, to hide
and cries of the fallen are left behind as they reply
“it’s every man for himself.”
The rain will come down and sweep away the plains
Terror filled head and soul, every thought;
washing over each mortal being as the
pandemic grew and rose stronger.
A cure oblivious to any as
fear gripped each mind and refused to let go
break down each tree and taking lives one by one.
Pale faces standing out against the fiery darkness.
Rain, whipping and slashing against their worn clothing;
merciless and greedy, the wanting need for loss blood.
They cry up to the sky, save me save me,
and the fallen ones reply,
“It’s every man for himself.”
The valleys will become full and overflow
Silence’s pieces put together again as
stillness falls softly as it blankets the sea:
mixed of blood and rain, it lies calm and
the sun peaks out over the dark clouds and into a new day.
and the hills will be drowning, the hills will be drowning.
~Linx
