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Flayed by the driving rain, of black clouds scud across the sky, |
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The world roars with rage and the very ground trembles. |
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I watch as lightening spears the darkness, |
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The stark outline of the trees stripped bare by winters ravaging chill. |
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Wind screams, cutting the knives of sharpened frost, |
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As I raise my arms to embrace the assault, |
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All that lives cowers in the shadow of elemental wrath, |
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Yet I stand and roar my challenge to the maelstrom. |
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Mountains rear in the darkness, |
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Colossal megaliths of malediction's promise, |
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Looming, immense, all knowing, |
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Stoic against the fury of the storm. |
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The raging tempest shrieks of hatred, |
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Bunched clouds toil with the need to destroy, |
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But I will remain unmoved in the face of the assault. |
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I welcome the pain of nature's vengeance. |
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Eyes clenched shut, |
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The freezing wind and stinging waters |
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Fear my skin and slake the thirst in my yearning soul, |
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Never have I felt so alive, |
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Every nerve tingles, every sense razor-keen, |
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This frail, thin, stooped prison of flesh, |
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Punished and invigorated. |
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Crushed into the sodden earth. |
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And therein will remain forever. |
