Disaster

Disaster strikes like a bullet,
Driving through flesh,
Driving through bone.
It waits for no man, it has no master
It rules itself, all alone.
It will not listen to idle pleas,
Not listen to dire need,
Not care if there is a horrible threat,
Not obey, simply not heed.
Disaster will feed,
On the suffering of many,
And also the suffering of one.
It does not care, it only destroys,
The fragile threads of life once spun.
There is no way to destroy it,
There is no escape,
There is no avoiding it,
Disaster is there.
Like Fate.

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