Earthquake
In the earth's core, a force unseen,
The gods of ruin, ancient and keen.
Beneath the surface, their power lies
Shaking the world with fierce surprise
With trembling might, they rise from deep
Awakening landscapes from their sleep
The ground quakes and trembles in fear
As the vengeful gods draw near.
Their wrath, a tempest, ruthless and grand,
A dance of destruction across the land.
Towers crumble, and mountains rend,
As the gods' fury they fiercely send.
Amidst the chaos, a solemn breath,
For in the quake, we witness death.
Yet amidst the sorrow and the pain,
Resilience blooms, hope will remain.
Through ruins and rubble, screams of pain
Lost spirits, will never rise again
The face of the earth is terrible scarred
Those trapped within, killed or charred
Their screams die unheard
The god of death has the final word
Maxwell O’Reilly
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