How It All Started
I’ll never forget the day I was born.
It started out just like any other.
It was a time of joy and time to mourn.
It was the day that I lost my mother.
I was born from a cloud high in the sky.
She was pregnant with me and black as night.
She knew that soon it was her time to die,
But she held on to me so very tight.
When she just couldn’t take it anymore,
She opened up with a thunderous crack.
As she wept out loud and started to pour,
She lost the life she would never get back.
I came out screaming and began to form.
I felt bad for those who were in my path.
I became history’s very worst storm:
Best take heed of a son’s avenging wrath.
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