A darkness falls upon us, in the chilling airs. Brisk winds blowing across the dead end stares. Leaves turn gray, the trees now black, the earth is slowly falling through life's endless cracks. People now running, trying so much to live, while darkness falls upon us, he has nothing left to give. Shadows creeping, there riding the winds, hoping to come upon us, to take back what was his. The screaming of people as they run to the shores, it's hard to see their faces, for they don't exist anymore. Distant sounds of the animals, crying in death, some lay on the shores, taking what is now their last breath. A darkness falls upon us, it's now come to the end, no animals left on either shore and to see the people, well, they don't exist anymore.
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