Red Skies

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With sound echoing in the distance,
A cry from the skies,
Struck down the people on ground,
To ground and underneath,
Lest they soar the skies.

Late night prayers,
Offered to the evil ones,
Lost the strength,
On this night of red sky.

There it was,
Without any thought,
That it lay,
For someone to come by.

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