We prepared for the worst, yet we hoped for the best;
My wife and I both knew this was God's big test.
Everyone was frightened, it was happening so fast-
The thunder, the lightning, it was blast after blast.
In the beginning, it came without warning.
Most had all perished, by early next morning.
It's been two, long years since we've seen a single soul:
Thinking, praying, how the days have taken it's toll.
We stare at the walls as we sit side by side,
Knowing that the Lord will be our only guide.
We did what we could, as we tried to survive;
It wasn't so easy, but we are still alive.
Someday, we'll both surface, and we'll open our door.
We hope to see hundreds, we hope to see more.
One thing was for certain on that late December night:
What we all took for granted was that the Mayans were actually right.
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