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Sitting here in my garden. I fell the salt and warmth off a warm ocean breeze
The beauty of my city here on the coast by the sea
The air so warm, we must have done something right for the Gods we must appease
So peaceful, so beautiful, just as peaceful as can be.

Everything moving along like normal, see
We have no idea soon what fate has in store
Little did I know, soon, thousands, dying, I would hear their pitiful pleas
What happens next should only be told in folk lore.

There is a horrible trembling and shaking of the ground
Buildings, houses, shops, falling all around
The crying, the screaming. The dying! God such an awful sound
It seems we shall soon meet the Gods, to their domain we are surely bound.

I try and run just like every one else
Not knowing where to go to be safe and all right
Oh! To be somewhere or someone else
There is a lot of panic, as we all realize our inevitable plight.

It's like we are running around in circles with no safe place to go
My feelings intensify as I know I am surely facing death
Running all around, up and down, high and low
A gigantic wall of water as I take my last breath.

Lanaia Lee

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