Hurricane
I see high winds that are
blasting the trees upside down,
like a centipede about to strike
with poisonous voltage.
My life is that way sometimes.
It's like I see through an open window
shattered pieces of my heart
broken up on the ground.
I hear sirens coming, like there is no time left
for me, because I'm dying, from a hurricane
breeze that shot through me like a speeding bullet.
It's my blood on your hands, and my soul on
the verge of eternal flames.
My light is almost burned out, and the Lord
almighty must come and save my soul
for a year and a decade, for I have been
living in sin, on my brain, thoughts are
forming through the minds of the tyrants.
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