Dark days are coming

I see dark clouds gathering,

I hear Thunder breaking through the sky,

I hear babies crying as they are afraid of what's about to come,

And as I sit under a tree, waiting for the storm to come,

I wonder if today is my lucky day,

I wonder if the lightning will strike me down and end my misery,

And I dream that the rain falls and floods,

Drowning me,just like how my sorrows have done to me,

I see no light at the end of the tunnel,

Nor do I see a tunnel at all,

All I see and feel is the darkness mixed with my loneliness,

And all I smell is the smell of desperation,

Dark days are coming,

And I am terrified that they are here to stay.

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