Day come night, Dead come to life
Sun no longer light, Time to cry nomore laugh
Time to run 🏃 hold breath tight, The fight is over all is left is grief.
And beneath our feet 🐾 was the pit🔥 of hell, polluting the air with stinge of horror and the dead 💀.
The looks on the faces 👽. The fear in the eyes 👀 one could tell, All that spread was the flame 🔥 in 🔴 red.
My stomach was empty was hungry as hell😣. P. S 😂😂No thoughts of bread 🍞.
©antez
A