Storm
Storm
Black and gray mountains devour the sun
churning and yearning to unleash their rage
deafening roars bring forth their blinding fire
with a volcanic burst of hail and rain
as if they're striving for maximum pain
deliver their deluge onto the land
like a post-apocalyptic hellscape
was always their diabolical plan
that, along with the total destruction of man
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