Hail, in the shape of metal shards rain down upon me
Scrambling to my feet I try to move away,
Like a mouse, running away from an owl
It is too fast, too strong,
There is nothing I can do
Fire, as quickly and it has began has ceased,
Scrambling to my feet I begin to run towards them
Like a ground hog, trying to fight a snake,
It is too fast, too smart,
There is nothing I can do
Boulders, in the shape of men, stomp over my fallen body,
With no feet to scramble too,
Like a bug, Squashed by a shoe,
It’s too large, too fierce,
There is nothing I can do.
