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The night hasn't come yet But the sky has turned dark The air is unbreathable This day was marked The house doors are shut There is no open window I cannot see anyone Not even my own shadow A burnt tree stands tall Where my house once stood All in flames it went that day Now in ashes and burnt wood Most houses got burnt down By the raging inhuman breed For energy, they feed on fire That's how they practice their creed People fled for their lives Never returning to their homes Some killed in the stampede No one ever dares to roam The elders say, the spits from hell Have taken the inhuman form Feeding on blood and fire This is the beginning of hell storm... ©sim
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Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 6:56 AM UTC
Hell Storm
The night hasn't come yet But the sky has turned dark The air is unbreathable This day was marked The house doors are shut There is no open window I cannot see anyone Not even my own shadow A burnt tree stands tall Where my house once stood All in flames it went that day Now in ashes and burnt wood Most houses got burnt down By the raging inhuman breed For energy, they feed on fire That's how they practice their creed People fled for their lives Never returning to their homes Some killed in the stampede No one ever dares to roam The elders say, the spits from hell Have taken the inhuman form Feeding on blood and fire This is the beginning of hell storm... ©sim
This is just another FICTION write out of my imagination.
#hell#dark#storm#fire#blood#life
Seema
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Seema
41/F/Fiji Islands
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 6:56 AM UTC
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