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“Five Hundred Year Flood” by Adam D. Pope
They called it a five hundred year flood
Darkness descended on the Blue Ridge
And swallowed it up
I thought the Devil dealt with only fire and flame
Til I saw Satan surfing in from hell on a hurricane
And peaceful mountain streams
Turned the valleys into seas
In a flash towns were hit with tsunamis
Bridges fell one at a time
As the progress of mankind
Bowed it’s knee to raging rivers and mudslides
Hell’s what it was
And they called it a five hundred year flood
The weatherman called it Hurricane Helene
From the gulf she came and sat still above those Appalachian peaks
Rich or poor, she treated everyone the same
When she was gone the line was long of mountain souls at heaven’s gate
And peaceful mountain streams
Turned the valleys into seas
In a flash towns were hit with tsunamis
Bridges fell one at a time
As the progress of mankind
Bowed it’s knee to raging rivers and mudslides
Hell’s what it was
And they called it a five hundred year flood
Mountain homes began to float
With families riding them like boats
Holding on, with only God as their hope
On the map are small town names
But all it took was just the rain
And they were washed away by raging river waves
Hell’s what it was
And they called it a five hundred year flood
They called it a five hundred year flood