The rivers arising,
the rain still falling down,
the world in so much trouble
nature's action is a foul.
Frightening the moments
of all those goodbyes,
the heart is broken and
the pieces thrown around.
Weep for all the people
as an end for many nears,
like a sponge we gather
the energy of sorrow and fear.
History once more repeated
as the ugliness appears,
can't stop the actions
that the devil orchestrates here.
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