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Power
The wall of stone.
The lake of salt.
Gone today.
But not our fault.

Flashes of light.
Tells one's story.
Screams and cries.
And shouts of glory.

There were two before.
But birds came back.
Trees stayed up.
And skies weren't black.

Huge metal raindrops.
And warning bells.
Men, women, and children.
Sent to the seven hells.

All of this ended today.
When children didn't come out to play.


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