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The rain falls,
the rain falls.
To a time where the clocks call.
The children cry.
The parents weep.
As death makes rounds through the streets.
The shadows on broken glass.
But silence reigns in the dark.
Alarms that ring through the air.
The people scream
And things come apart at the seams.
Author's Note:
Inspired from the sadest WWII documentary ever. The footage gave me nightmares. But I wrote this, I know it isn't great but it made me feel better.
The rain falls,
the rain falls.
To a time where the clocks call.
The children cry.
The parents weep.
As death makes rounds through the streets.
The dusty footsteps up a path.
The shadows on broken glass.
The cats meow.
The dogs bark.
But silence reigns in the dark.
The blackened windows everywhere.
Alarms that ring through the air.
The planes bomb.
The people scream
And things come apart at the seams.
Kamas wrote:To a time where the clocks call.
The rain falls,
the rain falls.
To a time where the clocks call.
The rain falls,
the rain falls,
to a time where the clocks call.
The blackened windows everywhere.
Alarms that ring through the air.
The planes bomb.
The people scream
And things come apart at the seams.
There are blackened windows everywhere.
Alarms that ring through the air.
The planes bomb,
the people scream,
and things come apart at the seams.
The dusty footsteps up a path.
The shadows on broken glass.
The cats meow.
The dogs bark.
But silence reigns in the dark.
Kamas wrote:The rain falls,
the rain falls.
To a time where the clocks call.
The children cry.
The parents weep.
As death makes rounds through the streets.
The dusty footsteps up a path.
The shadows on broken glass.
The cats meow.
The dogs bark.
But silence reigns in the dark.
The blackened windows everywhere.
Alarms that ring through the air.
The planes bomb.
The people scream
And things come apart at the seams.
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Author's Note:
Inspired from the sadest WWII documentary ever. The footage gave me nightmares. But I wrote this, I know it isn't great but it made me feel better.
The rain falls,
the rain falls.
To a time where the clocks call.
The dusty footsteps up a path.
The shadows on broken glass.
The cats meow.
The dogs bark.
But silence reigns in the dark.
The blackened windows everywhere.
Alarms that ring through the air.
The planes bomb.
The people scream
And things come apart at the seams.