Lightening Strikes



Lightening Strikes Harder the eternal screams of the damned haunt me on the mission, I have never been told. Waterfalls, floods, dance with me in the rain. I can't love. I never learned how. The depth of the storm is over head. The sky is weeping, crying, hell it's wailing. Waltz. Life after death. electricity. Clapping of the heaven. Stomping of the gods. I hear them all.. But I never learned to listen. Screw the ideas of calm, and weak. The depth of the storm is over head, And this is MY world. Frantic, forceful, swirling, tempest. Teaming with death. Power irrupts from every pore. And I am ready.. But as quickly as it came, the storm subsides, leaving me empty and a bit silly.


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