TUMULTUOUS IS THE STORM THAT TURNS DAY TO NIGHT
SEEKING VULNERABLE SPOTS OF PENETRATION TO RAVAGE
DESTRUCTION IN ITS RAREST FORM LICKS AT MY TEMPLE
RIPPING APART MY SANCTUARY WITH TEETH OF FURY
NOT A COMPASSIONATE THOUGHT FOR MY IMMINENT DEATH
THROWING A CARELESS OVER THE SHOULDER GLANCE
AT ME SPREAD EAGLE, GLAZED OVER SHUTTERS TO MY SPIRIT
THE REPORTS SAID I WAS ON THE DIRTY SIDE OF 369 MILES
PSEUDO-ARROGANT I WAS BECAUSE I’D BEAT BACK ALLISON &
IKE
THE FORECASTS NEGLECTED TO MENTION PREMEDITATION
THUNDEROUS STRIDES OF A LION STALKING THE BUFFALO
NO MATCH FOR THE ONE
WHO SHOWED MY FLESH NO MERCY
NEVER EQUALLY EVIL OR COMPASSIONATELY YOKED; I SUFFERED
LOSSES PROGRESSIVE, ALLSTATE, OR FARMER’S CAN'T REPLACE
WAKING FROM A COLD SWEAT STILL SEDUCED BY YOUR FACE
SMARTER THAN A 5TH GRADER BUT AGAIN I STAND IN
THIS PLACE
DARK IS THE STORM THAT RIPS THE SUN FROM THE SKY
MY HEART TO STOP BEATING WITH LOVE? DAYUM IMMA TRY
PAINSTAKINGLY STILL POSSIBLE,
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