Poseidon slowly moving, natives of india running the coast
waters gone slowly hoverin, where noise once was now ghost
the horizon and sun are engulfed in the madness, people froze
seein the wall comin and flushed like massless, boats that choze
natives scream but when running, it only sounds like a whisper
havin people drown quickly no breath, heart pounds turn casper
ritcher shifts makes all believe, white mist no longer breese of wave
crashes like kraken in the sea, substance razor hits face for shave
mach 3 was close to the 500 mile per hour tsunami wave
turned once mountain n coast tile into a now desolate cave
sea fludded land leavin only the ocean to garlg destruction
sea horses roamin the earth by the caves fragle seduction
posiedon sculps the people into nice castles, for heaven on high
children and relatives wake up in shambles, for the no good bye
common plates slide down cabinet, instantainous 100,000 died
glass that shatter resemble deadm, spontanious hell-pounded tide
People in walls, struggle not yet done, water buses children home
water engulfs all, no where left to run, water chaos written poem
night shade makes glistenin on deaths face, people lyin in wait
might of men fade as gods show myth mace, mid evil seein face.





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