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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Death >> ID #1573559  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
Hells Shadows
this is for the people that died at hiroshima after the fat man nuclear weapon was dropped
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Hells Shadows

Three shadows
speak to me
from their
eternal places
in stone.

A woman walks
from home
just leaving her
family to head for
a destination she
will never reach.

A child plays
in the street
as the clock
ticks down.

A man sits on
the corner waiting
for somthing that
will never come

The sound of planes
can be heard in the
distance. The buzz
becomes a roar as
the time comes
closer.

The sound of rushing
wind is heard as death
comes down from heaven
to create hell on earth.

A wave of heat and a blast
is all that signals the death
of millions. the woman walks
for eternity to a destination no one will
ever know. the man waits on to
this day for only god knows what.
The child plays forever a game
forever unknown.

This is the story of three people
forever locked in their moments
of death. they have become the
symbols of pain and violence.....

they have become the Shadows Of Hell





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