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Standing atop this lonely hill,
my heart slow, breath near still,
tall and straight, arms out wide,
I summon the Wind from the skies.

When she arrives nobody knows
how much of her passion blows,
whispering zephyr, soft cool breeze,
or gale to strip the leaves from trees.


© Pagan Paul (18/06/18)
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whats going to happen to me-
now that the sky is falling

can't see the forest for the trees-
now that the sky is falling

you thought I was strange,
you never knew my name,
you perverted the game,

ain't no more zombies-
now that the sky is falling

everbody believes-
now that the sky is falling

you laghed when they harassed,
you didn't help when I gasped,
you joined in when they kicked-
my a**

words of the prophet writen on the school's wall-
now that the sky is in free fall...
Warning adult content or theme
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