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The waves rise in strength,
Converging on the town.
Translucent green towers
Swirling in a demented dance.
Clouds follow in their wake,
Growing cotton balls in grey.
Rumbles of thunder fill the air.
Lightning sparks rainbows of light.
Birds leave en masse,
Hurrying to leave the scene.
Oasis will soon fall
To The Dead and their thrall.
THE DEAD GAME
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