If the day glooms,
How would the night!
The night waits still tarrying with day
As day glows dark partying with night
Clouds launch missile in verge for war
Striking in lightning and fury roaring
Coaxing the wind to motion at speed
The sky runs mad, provoking the gods
Frown and fury in thunderous echo
As winds go wild in Aeolian process
Man with intestine holding at hand
Squatting and squeezing and peeping on holes
Will this day my world exit?
Soliloquize, no response
Clouds descend to combat with earth
With missile at rage precipitating
Clashing on earth with havoc of storms
And man terrified at gnawing of thoughts
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