The eerie silence gives way to putrid violence
A flash before my eyes and a roar in my ears
A storm is coming created by your tears
A flash of light reaches from the sky
It’s branches intertwine with fire
The heat from it’s touch burns my soul
I’ll never understand how I made you cold
Truth be told I wish your rain would end
Your presence only signifies my descent
Your hatred fills the sky with glow
My apathy for you burns….
As above, so below
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