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Think of it as a bad dream... You're sleeping soundly on a Greyhound bus Suddenly you're awakened by cold water creeping up your shoes inching over your ankles You jump up only now it's too late The door of the bus is locked from the outside The windows are stuck and the glass can't be shattered no matter how hard you pound The water is no longer gradual It is swift, rushing upward enclosing your body past your waist up to your chest covering your neck In seconds there will be no place left to breathe just the rapid snakelike swirl of ***** water You're left submerged Your eyes sealed shut Your hands gnarled in a deathlike grip... You're hopelessly caught in the rising, surging pull of water moving out of a river onto the city streets
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Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 5:17 PM UTC
A Storm's Wrath
Think of it as a bad dream... You're sleeping soundly on a Greyhound bus Suddenly you're awakened by cold water creeping up your shoes inching over your ankles You jump up only now it's too late The door of the bus is locked from the outside The windows are stuck and the glass can't be shattered no matter how hard you pound The water is no longer gradual It is swift, rushing upward enclosing your body past your waist up to your chest covering your neck In seconds there will be no place left to breathe just the rapid snakelike swirl of ***** water You're left submerged Your eyes sealed shut Your hands gnarled in a deathlike grip... You're hopelessly caught in the rising, surging pull of water moving out of a river onto the city streets
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Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 5:17 PM UTC
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