The Storm


They will fall Like the rain
Without a drop of consideration left behind in the puddles
You will sooner splash in
Than trod carefully Around.

Later though Later you will
Be caught in the storm
Of your own creation.

Later though possibly much later though Later you will drown
In my flood Constructed by you
With no one But yourself to blame.

You will sink in the sea of
Sorrow Held aloft by the weak Dam Destructed by you
Oh! By you Will you suffer
In the hell without Fire
Created of my own Demise for my own Demise for you By you
The tides Have changed
For me at last for you
There will be No arc.

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