.Bombs go off in London,
Stirring panics rhythmic creep.
The city turns it's shoulders,
Smooths the cracks and tries to sleep.
Split the Gulf sky red
As the oil fields start to blow
And weep a heavy storm of, black black rain
Onto the earth below.
And the mil.
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