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widow maker
written by GeishaGirl06:59 AM 4/18/05Stinging your eyes the wind has changed,
The smoke wafts your way, you can’t see,
Tears of sweat blind your squinting eyes.
You can’t see the orange angel’s charcoaled faces.
A useful sense remains… not taken for granted…
All you can hear is the red bull blazing away.
Than a scream you hear; “WIDOW MAKER!!”
Listen to a chilling groan of the widow maker.
Hoping… hoping… hoping…she hasn’t chosen you…
Falling… falling… falling… falling… smash, CRASH!
Hellish screams are heard, you hear the sizzling sounds.
Trees surrounding are candling, flames spit randomly.
The smell of burning flesh lingers in the choking air.
The smell of burning flesh a smell not to forget!
Weeping sounds are near, can you hear them?
Listen… listen… listen… listen… Can you hear? |
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