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 The Funnel

Look at those clouds swirling today,
with all that darkness coming our way.
The skies of blue have now turned gray.
Should I find a safe place to stay?
I haven't heard the town siren yet,
the last time it sounded I can't forget.
The storm took away almost half of our town,
and left broken hearts and debris all around.
All that's left now from that devastation,
is a town that seems like a congregation.
Maybe it takes chaos and havoc to see,
we can overcome ruin and truly be free.

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