BURNING HOT

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Red hot waves lap at the shore,

Bringing along blood and gore.

Paradise has come to an end.

The Dead are right around the bend.

Death is their evening delight.

They descend with all of their might.

Florida will never be the same

Once it becomes part of The Dead Game.

THE DEAD GAME

SPREADING

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Lightning sizzles.

It streaks outward.

Creating its own path.

Spreading.

Growing.

Reaching.

Fingers outspread.

A flash.

Darkness.

Another flash.

Our town is hit.

THE DEAD GAME

HOT FLAMES OF HAIL

The sky rumbles its pain.

The clouds shout out in vain.

The water bubbles hot.

It won’t forget you not. 

Run from the hot flames of hail.

Try to hide to no avail.

Seek shelter from the storm.

This will be the new norm.

The Dead now run the town.

Chin up and dare not frown.

We must bow to their favor.

While we wait for our savior.

THE DEAD GAME

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