The Storm

There is a storm brewing up inside me, 

twisted like a labyrinth, 

It stretches as far out as the sea, 

but the water is not calm, 

it is angry at me. 

Misery! Misery! Just let me be, 

What can I do but push it farther in, 

More twisted I become, 

A liar herein, 

Speak to me I beg!

What is it that you need!

He wants to come out and set me free

He comes like a storm, 

Disrupting the disrupted, 

we merge as one, 

defeating the corrupted, 

we is no longer we, 

but it is I. 




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