This is a tide coming into the beach

Only we all know in the next six hours 

It will down us out as Tsunamis do. 

Every little piece of home we ever clung to

Wiped out to start anew. 

Ever hard earned accomplishment

Drowned like sinners against saints/


This is everything insidde bursting open

Send lungs gushing out 

Blood streaming through the halls

Life thrown against the wall

Screaming to start all over again.


This is begging for mercy

Shaking the cage.

Rattling the lock

Hoping it will open again.


This is cannot breath in my own body again. 

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