Iron rod of twisted cloud, with destruction as its shroud. Victims trapped by panic's cage, sentenced to its mighty rage. Has no heart, has no love, this dark creature from above. Great black hole, of the sky, steals hope, my dreams die. Intense storm now must subside, I'll be strong,I shall not hide.
Reason for writing:
A storm that rages in my heart.
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