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I wake from sleep: another morning like any other.
Unaware of the events, I am destined to witness
As I fall to the ground and destruction surrounds me.
I am blinded.
I am deafened by the blow.
Oh, how was I to know?
I wipe the dust from my eyes
And through the haze,
The barren ground where a city used to stand.
As smoke makes way for suffering,
Can I believe what I am seeing?
Is there nothing left at all?
Oh, how the earth is laid to waste by the touch of your hand.
I have walked the streets looking for someone.
Searching for something and I have only found
Nothing is left for me, nothing here is left for me at all.
The stars lose their shine
While nothing but darkness encloses the sky.
Then I begin to see a light in the distance that is calling for me.
Oh, how the earth is laid to waste by the touch of your hand.

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