Twice in a week.

[phedisch]

Grey skies and tall, crumbling buildings. Streets shaking from what seemed to be a series of earthquakes. Air that tasted like aluminum and was far too humid for the area, although I don't know where it was

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[impartialted]

I was dreamin' when I wrote this, forgive me if it goes astray. But when I woke up this mornin' I coulda sworn it was Judgment Day. The sky was all purple. There were people runnin' everywhere...tryin' to run from the destruction and you know I didn't even care.