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Journal - Music -Poetry - Inspirations -Sun-

Anger of the Night

I think it's about to storm now
I think it's about to storm
The rain is coming
The thunder crashes
Lightning fills the sky

Clouds are dark with rage
Wind swirls grass in various ways
Darkness creeps in and kills the light

Crash, boom, bang
Anger of the Night

Leaves fly violently tring to escape
Wet drops of pure water falls from the Heavenly sky
to wash away the evil film across the earth
Light peeks splitting clouds to reveal a new love