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Spring had sprung, the rains had come
Just as the clouds had swirled
The puddles spilled and over-filled
And flooded the entire world.

Everyone had drowned that day
No one was left on Earth
The apple tree was all you could see
The last life of any worth.

A branch did save my very life
And on it I had stayed
I closed my eyes, ignored the cries
as it rained, and rained and rained.

If God could break his promises
then he has feelings too
When the world of sin won't let you in
What else is there to do?

The land had dried and oceans swelled
I searched for what was saved
But in the ground, all I found
were cracks and holes and caves.

And hell had washed up on the shore
And it was here to stay
The mirrors glaze, through the puddle-haze
It had never gone away.

I'd surely drown in shallow pools
That only worms could swim
Watch your feet where the edge will meet
You could just fall right in.

I walked alone too the withered bark
I caught the fruit in light
Just hanging there, swinging bare
so I took a bite.

~ Krista
"no matter where you go, there you are."

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