Tempest
Tempest storm
Darkening sky
Lightning strikes
HE begins to cry
Wrath of God
Fiery black
Hurricane,perhaps??
I'm not looking back
Nature pissed
with good reason
What's her story
I've blindly missed
Trees are shaking
Vibrations felt
More on the way
HE whips that belt
The sting is harsh
Father RED
Fenway flooded
Our season DEAD
World is raining
nights are soaked
What was done-
to make HIM provoked?
I see no end
to this,in sight
My prayers continue
That we may see the light!!
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