Just look at the atmosphere
And see how tornadic it is there
The clouds call for a gathering
And the sky moves like a big bat
Torturing the earth and smiling
Like cat and rat in the same hut.

The East fluidly changes to the South
And so changes our West and North:
The whirlwind has sat on the throne
So a common wind is to be subjugated
Bearing a painful pain on its backbone
For the sake of those plants planted.

Dear the deadly monstrous whirlwind
That is happy to sell to us a glumly mood
Do you ever hear of the biblical windstorm?
Wasn't it silent by the decider of your soul?
But why must you tear us like an atomic bomb
After knowing that this act of yours is a fair foul.

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