Surviving the tornado is rarely heard,
As the metropolis was surely stirred.
It could be called a raging killer,
Such a thing but a pillar.
It lifts up spouses,
It lifts up houses,
Many people have no where left to run,
From a death worse than any gun.
Hopefully, no-one experienced this before,
Even though its far more likely than war.
Yet, there’s not much left to be said,
Thus many people have just fled.
Now all that's left for you to do,
Is to run on your cue.
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 10:11 PM UTC
Surviving the tornado is rarely heard,
As the metropolis was surely stirred.
It could be called a raging killer,
Such a thing but a pillar.
It lifts up spouses,
It lifts up houses,
Many people have no where left to run,
From a death worse than any gun.
Hopefully, no-one experienced this before,
Even though its far more likely than war.
Yet, there’s not much left to be said,
Thus many people have just fled.
Now all that's left for you to do,
Is to run on your cue.
I have a tendency to rhyme even when it's uncalled for...
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