The eyes gaze the minds open
The cracks on the ground
The long whining cry with the wind
Scattering the gloomily dark smoke
The trembling shakes on the ground
The building swaying people run
The sea turning high waves....
Pounding hard to the shore
The people run atop hill
High rise building to escape
The tongue of impending doom
Tearing the ground apart
The big holes crack open
The wailing of the innocence
The burning stream of misty rain
It isn't paradise; it's the fangs of the beast
The ripples of fear
As the people remember the last episode
Not again as the tearing on the ground begins
As the tentacles on the ground spreading its mark of tongue
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