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He brings awful thunder.
With all his disdain,
he booms and he blusters
with words most profane.

Along with the thunder -
like sparks on a plain -
comes lightning that he
simply cannot contain.

Those blazes of hatred
that she can’t constrain
come suddenly! What
made him so inhumane?

Like crops set on fire -
her heart is the grain
reducing to ashes.
His rage is her bane.

A love once held dear
she no more can feign.
He feels this, and strikes her
again and again.

Along with the thunder
come torrents of rain.
She drowns in the hurt
from which he won’t refrain.

He’s vowed she will die
if she severs the chain
that binds her to him
in unholy pain!

She tried once to flee,
but it was in vain.
Control that is thunder’s
he’ll always maintain.

So pray for all women
within thunder’s reign -
that freedom from it
once more they’ll regain.

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