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Oct 2014
The fires red
Rivers ran red
The rain pours
From open doors

Steam rises from the hard ground
Nothing but darkness all around
Children's screams come from a near
Mother's cry of suffering fills the air

A father's please echos everywhere
Surrounded by pain and suffering
It is smothering, suffocating
Lightning strikes, and I can see

Blood running down a child's cheek
Someone come and save the children
Someone come and save the forsaken
Someone come and save the Suffering

Someone come end this hurting
Someone come help the broken mend
Make the screaming come to and end
The storm has gone

The faces pass on
I look into nights river
And what do I discover
It was I who was screaming
Screaming save me from this dark dreaming
Jennifer Collins
Written by
Jennifer Collins  Capulin, New Mexico
(Capulin, New Mexico)   
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