A knife strikes my back bright red blood
trickles down my leg I scream but it’s reflected by the wind. I run but whimper
in pain people scrambling for there loved ones. A tear sheds my eye I’m alone
and lost and nobody cares. The violent storm is brewing. People are being swept
off their feet. Lightning strikes the earth. The ghosts of the world have come to haunt england.
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