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Tempest

Tempest storm Darkening sky Lightning strikes HE begins to cry Wrath of God Fiery black Hurricane,perhaps?? I'm not looking back Nature pissed with good reason What's her story I've blindly missed Trees are shaking Vibrations felt More on the way HE whips that belt The sting is harsh Father RED Fenway flooded Our season DEAD World is raining nights are soaked What was done- to make HIM provoked? I see no end to this,in sight My prayers continue That we may see the light!!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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