The poet in me speaks louder
my words are bridges to other worlds
the thunderstorm ahead
fills my heart with dread
because destruction is at hand
and even though I do what I can
what I want and what I must
are both what I cannot trust...
Confusion brews within
I try not to give in
but this fight I cannot win...
There's no time for thought
and all I ever sought
the thunderstorm has brought...
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