Thunder,
And my heart lies under
A pile of rotten gold.

Flash,
I crash the things and bash
The rules that brought me here.

Rain drops,
And I chop off the heads of the problems
And kick them to the edge -
Off, in the whirling bowl
Of elements and flesh.

Forever to be buried
Among the rotten and the dead,
There lie my gorgeous troubles;
The loveless and the judges.