The Storm is Us

The storm is us; we are the storm.
We rage and squall and always howl,
And come down on the greenest fields
We all that we can muster foul

Because to mar is our delight.
I wish I knew why this is so:
For violent storms are always us,
You see it everywhere
That humans

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Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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