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Standing on the highest peak, Gazing over the shadowed city, From here it looks so frail and weak, The fires rage, I feel no pity. The sky is heavy, thick and black, Thunder bellows its ominous laugh, As explosions echo, the heavens crack, I leave destruction in my path. Shiva Alarms sound and cars crash, People running for their lives, Lighting strikes with a strobe-like flash, I’ll be surprised if anyone survives. Shiva The last of the buildings collapse to dust, Icy rain falls from the skies, The time has come to do what I must, I wipe no tears from my eyes. Shiva Turning my back on the wretched sight, I block my ears to the terrified screams, And as I walk away from the light, A skyscraper, in the distance, gleams.
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Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 10:56 PM UTC
Shiva (4-4-10)
Standing on the highest peak, Gazing over the shadowed city, From here it looks so frail and weak, The fires rage, I feel no pity. The sky is heavy, thick and black, Thunder bellows its ominous laugh, As explosions echo, the heavens crack, I leave destruction in my path. Shiva Alarms sound and cars crash, People running for their lives, Lighting strikes with a strobe-like flash, I’ll be surprised if anyone survives. Shiva The last of the buildings collapse to dust, Icy rain falls from the skies, The time has come to do what I must, I wipe no tears from my eyes. Shiva Turning my back on the wretched sight, I block my ears to the terrified screams, And as I walk away from the light, A skyscraper, in the distance, gleams.
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jrs
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Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 10:56 PM UTC
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