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A Beautiful Storm
You’re precious, precious
as the pristine northern lights, the
Aurora Borealis, being slurped by
innocent Alaskan eyes,
you’re gorgeous, gorgeous as
Georgia in the arms of August,
green as Savannah ,laughing at the envy
of Atlanta, you’re pugnacious, pugnacious
as a patronized prostitute, but you are the
complete opposite ‘cause you
get your earnings right,
you’re powerful, so powerful that
I quake in the proximity of your
awakening presents, that I drop like
rain drops and explode into cell sized
precipitation on the moist floors of your
fiery heart, sultry, as the wings of the Phoenix, but
I am nothing, but a sunstone feather falling
slowly past the sun rays of Arizona,
onto a cactus’s spine, you hurting so good
and it’s good ‘cause it’s hurting ‘cause
you’re magnificent, but so malevolent
so maliciously massacring this solitude of mayhem
berated in my brain that I feel like
an evil god, that evolved from the Hearth and
I can’t stand these flames at the palms
of my hands as I stand in the middle of a field
of red carnations, watching you quake ,
loving how your hurricane force winds nearly
knock me down, as I pound at my being,
as thunder your screaming,with such monumental
STRIKES!!! of lightning, wishing I could
be in the endless pits of one of those mountainous
bolts of electricity, so I can really feel how
your love hurts, and as I’m lying with a literal
black face on my back, your audacious audio of
automatic SHOCK! will resuscitate me from
the bed of the inundation zone,
inundated with such electrifying elements
that eliminates the pain, to such an elated amorous
ammunition, inundated with the authenticity of your
awful awesomeness that’s gruesome in the grain
that gives me such a wholesome feeling,
inundated with these red carnations, that I cast
into the sky, for you to hold in the pockets
of your turquoise clouds, as I bathe in the
desolation of your beautiful R.E.I.G.N, your reign,
‘cause you’re a beautiful storm-
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