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The Deluge

They watched the God and his poignant smile
And the face of disaster, so cruel, so brutal.
Floating corpses their eyes met with
With the helpless wails of a hundred voices
Tearing the heavens ruthlessly apart
To find a scintilla of mercy;
To kindle the last drop of tear.
Through the hungry waters they struggled forward
Pulling bodies up, eyes soaked in fear.
A strange shade of fear that was;
A fear of finding a known face...
And the sky kept rumbling over them;
Its satiation being far from over;
While the little girl groped
For her mother's cold fingers;
While the helpless man howled over
His son, cold and pale.

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