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The evening sky grows murky green The winds whip and roar Clouds swirl and merge together A funnel begins to form As it drops, people scream and hide It hits the ground and dust and debris fly high It destroys everything in sight People cry and pray to their god, but the tornado obeys no one, and does what it loves best... Destroy
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Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 12:44 PM UTC
The Tornado
The evening sky grows murky green The winds whip and roar Clouds swirl and merge together A funnel begins to form As it drops, people scream and hide It hits the ground and dust and debris fly high It destroys everything in sight People cry and pray to their god, but the tornado obeys no one, and does what it loves best... Destroy
bryce-k
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Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 12:44 PM UTC
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