Storm Born🌩️
Alas, the Storm is over-
Dark clouds hover low,
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Lights pierce rims of eyes
Blink Eyes dewy damp.
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The smell of loss is fresh,
as cold as victim’s flesh
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Stagger weak through open doors:
The richest of all Men cries,
for he is poor.
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The destruction of the storm
Crashed the stock of angels torn.
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How fun the storm destroys,
God sits to play with all his toys…
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Oh it makes the Devil scorn-
Deep within some heart He mourns;
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As God laughs a thunderous noise-
Of freedom, of sadness, of lost joys:
An enigma storm.
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Pandora, in the Devil’s heart is born
pricks him like a rose’s thorn.
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Heaven servant shudders at the noise
Like men lacking stature and poise:
Inter-stellar worn.
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Consensus, for a second sworn-
Something from the other side was born.
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© Dutchess Imprada 2019
