The Oncoming Tide.Listen. Can you hear it? The subtle roar of the oncoming tide. Look, can you see it? The power it beholds the vengeance and the authority  in its mighty waves. Let the divers dive and let the birds fly  before it arrives, but as for man let him run, swim and try as hard as he can for we are in its wake. See the sky darken feel the earth quake. Some will prepare some will scare and some will lay there waiting to be crushed  and just as quickly  swept away. It's almost here the roar is deafening get under ground run from the sound. Escape as you may but man is doomed this way. The vultures circle overhead for they know that man is dead. They will all feast this day from the greatest to the least . Watch as it overtakes its nipping at your heels, this is how desperation feels. You had your chance to flee you had your chance and now you'll see the tide engulf you and  hear your own guttural screams. You wake drenched in your own sweat gasping as though your drowning yet. You look at the clock and you check the news time hasn't run out yet spend it as you choose. Take it in stride and relive your nightmare or keep in expectation of the oncoming demise that is hurtling towards you in the vengeful tide. Go warn them, tell them to save themselves for calamity will fall and destroy them all. Time is running out and the tide is ever advancing. Listen can you hear it? The subtle roar of the oncoming tide. Look can you see it? The power it beholds, the vengeance and the authority in its mighty waves.