Short Poem #2

Suddenly,
Everything turns black.
Who do I turn to?
Who do I turn to when the whole world turns black?
What should I do when the moon turns red?
Should I wait?
Wait for the sun to come out?
What should I do if the sun decided not to come out?
It's cold out here.
I hope YOU hear me.
Save me, my Lord.
From YOU, I come from.
To YOU, I shall return.

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