Oh Angels of the Coming Storm I beseech thee...
Come and nourish the children of Mother Nature
May you bring us the roars of fury
May you strike down anything that stand in your way
As I walk in the grassy plains
May you rain down your tears so it may cleanse my spirit and heal my shattered soul
May you cover the sun with your hands of darkness
I feel your tears, slithering down my face
Wetting my shirt and my skin
I feel your sighs of misery, they keep me company
As your hands part, I see the life around me, they sing songs of joy
Then once more you shroud the sun in darkness, and I say to you:
Storm Beautifully for me.
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