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To listen to our elders, and experience, the experience All it takes in Tornado Alley, in sky view believe it
This is where we see the gloom in cobalt steel blues Has a colour ever been acclaimed so much on the news
It's changes in shade, even whilst the minutes lapse Once darker becomes her wrath, in touch within her clasp
She even takes our images, with these flashes of captured view Alluring us in invitation, then allowing her strength to spew
I see nothing different to the decades of years I've been Maybe it's now in view, to this modern human circus theme
I can still recall the past, when giants roamed the earth And yet they have still to complain, in the country of their birth
I'm an entity of being out there, do I apologise and feel my course For this I'm unable to answer for which I'll never feel remorse
Upon rising from the shelter, storm damage explodes my view Upturned monsters of the highway, skeletal trees stand untrue
Picket fences penetrate tree trunks that have withstood so many years Assassinated by she called nature, guaranteed there are no tears
School buses in dented show, but allowing it's kids to be safe But her anger still continues to flow, neighbour hoods safety depraved
I see nothing different to the decades of years I've been Maybe it's now in view, to this modern human circus theme
I can stil recall the past, when giants roamed the earth And yet they have still to complain, in the country of their birth
I'm an entity of being out there, do I apologise and feel my course For this I'm unable to answer for which I'll never feel remorse
Into the valley we have ventured, amidst the land of the free Being here we were but strangers, for we culled the ones that could see
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