rumble in the sky . . . the lightening pierced the blue with white bright. the being that was not a being spoke, though she was a storm, a creature of nature, a being that had been only because she had allowed it to be

. . . the branches creaked her words . . .
this cordissa​​​

dead . . .
dead . . .
DEAD . . .
 

so many made dead, dem - dey had there chance to recover. to re-do, but that was never dem, never what dey going to do. give dem a chance to recover from dem stupid - and here dey DARE. stare in the
face of death, into the very naked eye of death, and not pray dem live past the moment. NO.

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dey laugh like nothing done happened. it stood there in silent as dey stared in its silent eye - its black hole of fate and state dey did NOT KNOW dem DEAD.
 

soul gone in an instant, and spirit just a wisp to be blown away.
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