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Nature Has

Come now, sit beside me here,
Let the rain fall on our heads.
Watch the blinding storm come in,
Hear the thunder break the air –

We, who once belonged to fear,
Clinging tightly to our beds;
Trapped in tapestries of sin.
Welcome to the real nightmare! –

Nature has, in holt and heath,
Wreathed a toxic rope of fire;
We who brave these elements
Look for hope amid the strife –

Let the storm then bare its teeth,
Let it light its funeral pyre:
What reality presents
May then lead us back
To life

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