Few can avoid the inevitable.
To sit with beliefs,
Warnings heard to hear them...
Only apply to others,
They observe through windows.
Blown off the streets.
By hurricane winds to think of them,
As unfortunate.
When they who watch from windows,
Sipping wine and dining on snacks.
Have been told and warned to evacuate,
All pretensions to imitate God!
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