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towering church spikes poke out through the flood,
the sacrifice was made with the giving of blood,
volcanoes spew orange red and black,
as if nature itself was behind the attack,
mountains shake to fall crushing homes under,
and storms wave the sea striking with thunder,
boiling oceans raise gases to block out the sun,
in our instinct we try to run,
inevitable death waits for those with fear,
we were a blink of existence on this planet here.