The Deluge

The rain of dark clouds, When the roof was uprooted, Befell on the cluttered- House with five faints.  Like a giant tree Lost two-three branches, Being not able to clutch  Then unpinned his cranium.  The deluge went with Low pace all, smashing Sliver of hopes to survive And an unmemorized memory. 

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