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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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