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Avanlanche Of This Thing
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Dark Poetry My darkest fear has become my worst nightmare,
Caught again and again in temptation's snare.
Feeling all around me their is no escape,
I could have avoided it before but now it is too late.
In my mind I'm being tortured, though I show no expression on my face,
Cant seem to escape this Avanlanche Of This Thing.
ITs rolling down and theres nothing nearby strong enough to cling(to),
Running is useless, its getting closer and closer to me.
I hold my breath and get on my knees,
Waiting for my death as I pray.
But it wont do any good, It wont divert the wave,
I hear the thunderous rumbling, as a tear drops from my face.
Looking up, as I prepare for my life to be erased.
