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Storms that Kill

    A storm is coming slowly from the West.
    The sky is angry and filled with unrest.
    Before the storm the wind starts to swell,
    Predicting to all of the coming of hell.

    A few see the warning and try to prepare
    To meet the fury that soon will be there.
    While others say it will pass over soon
    Ignoring the warning of forthcoming ruin.

    Then the storm hits with all of its wrath
    Showing its muscle to those in its path.
    Death and destruction to those unprepared
    Leaving the survivors shaking and scared.

    Another storm is coming, it is on the rise
    Many are ignoring and just closing their eyes.
    Then death and destruction to millions unborn
    Leaving all of humanity tattered and torn.

    By AFS

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