Disaster

by Caleb Klein

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This world is a leech
And you’re in her lake
Creating wakes,
And it would happen
Sooner or later,
Like a curse waiting
With jaws latched,
Waiting to peel back
And let the blood ooze.
Sooner or later
It would happen.

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Disaster is all around
Quiet like a fire sounds,
Quiet like a child drowns,
and it Will happen.
If not sooner then later
Or if sooner, then later,
It will happen.

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When will her jaws let loose
and let your blood ooze?