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He's Dead Mr.Finch

Two cars crash from two sides of the world
One injured, many dead, One a male other a girl
Two thunderstorms across the god damn sky
One shattered barn, many tipped over cows, all that is left is the wind's cry
A child walks toward the playground
His steps being fallowed
All we hear, Is the pipsqueak gangs and demon hounds
His second shadow turns now painted hallow
A sudden shake is brought upon the whole town
Two separate earthquakes, more results tomorrow

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