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Jan 2013
Chariots on fire.
Rivers flooding.
Men’s battle cries.
Women scream.

Death washing over.
Blood and bodies,
Filling the streets.
“God,”
Who is he?

How can he help?
Blood puddling in the streets.
Hate is coming.
Hope is lost,
As is the war.

Chariots on fire.
Rivers flooding.
Men’s battle cries.
Women scream.
This is a piece of my darker nights.
Zoe Mize
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