I house thunder inside of these bones.
I contain lightning inside my heart.
I contain raindrops in my veins.
I am the storm.
But, do not worry dear plebeians, I do not strike on dark days of gray,
Only on dark days of pain.
I pour down on the suffering, to wash away all of their troubles.
And I'd rather have a lifetime of saving rain than a constantly-glowing sun.
Because the Sun is just too dim compared to the fire that burns inside of me.
Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 2:01 AM UTC
I house thunder inside of these bones.
I contain lightning inside my heart.
I contain raindrops in my veins.
I am the storm.
But, do not worry dear plebeians, I do not strike on dark days of gray,
Only on dark days of pain.
I pour down on the suffering, to wash away all of their troubles.
And I'd rather have a lifetime of saving rain than a constantly-glowing sun.
Because the Sun is just too dim compared to the fire that burns inside of me.
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