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Mar 2015
The world will end in fire or storm,
If given the choice I'd choose the storm.
Go out with a bang is what they say,
Better to drown than to burn.
Yet I can't help but wonder,
Isn't the storm almost the same as fire?
Electricity coursing through your veins,
You fry from the inside.
In the end you'll either be deep-fried or crispy and burnt.
Maybe one'll be wetter than the other,
But in the end, we'll all be dead.
Michael Falls
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Michael Falls  16/FTM/U.S.A.
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