The Rage

Out of the blue; lightning bolt jabs, stabs. Raging storm of vengeance; searing in the night. I feel the horror of the violent tempest. Vile angry tempest; sky of black and blue. A worse horror is a migraine stab. It’s the longest nights, unending vengeance. The eternal vengeance; barbarian tempest; predator of the night; leaves me so blue. It’s jabs and stabs sre a living horror. Horror of horrors! unyielding vengeance. Oh how it stabs; the searing tempest, of blacks and blues; such is a migraine night. Agony’s night, a penetrating horror, singing me blue. A song of vengeance; I feel I’ll die as tempest continues her rabid attack…stabbing. If I could stab her in the night; that rabid tempest; she’d feel the horror of my vengeance. I’d leave her black and blue. Oh how it stabs; that vile, unyielding tempest! Oh the nights of such cold-hearted vengeance. This storm of horror, gives me more than the blues.

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