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The Storm

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Torture is well known to blast

It seems like so much time has passed

Finally the skies turn back to grey

Recognition is on its way


The storm gets worse as it heads near

All I want is out of here

I'll give you help, now here's the cure

“Don't just run out of full-blown fear”


You're getting closer; soon you'll be out

Do you know what this is all about?

Back to normal; skies look clear

Half of the storm will disappear


Ten million clouds above the trees

Future looks bright for you and me

Besides relaxation, life's a breeze

You won't see me on my knees


Jumping, screaming, back and forth

Now the pole is in the North

You feel so predictable

But in the end,--deductible


The storm, it never really resides

People think that we decide

But all in all, like helpless fools

The storm will treat us like we're tools


I am one, and one’s not all

It's a burden in which we fall

I am me--we're not the same

And in truth, we're not to blame


If this is it, it's a horrible game

Deep in the storm, I will remain

And if you've learned something at all true

Deep in my heart, I congratulate you.





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