It
Lightning
Bright, Bold, Beautiful
And yet painful
Struggling to free it's clutches from the horrible beast
No one can see it yet
But it has a hold on lightning
It won't let go
That's just it
It's name is It
We don't know how to free lightning
But we cant stop
He needs our help
But it won't stop trying to stop lightning
It still has a hold on him
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