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I can make your sunny day cloudy I can call the clapping thunder I can take your things away With one great sweep of my power I can carry you away I can bury you I can knock you down I can crush you I am the wind One moment I can be calm and kind to you But in a flash I can destroy you I was just a breeze Softly blowing your hair But you harnessed my untapped potential And used it for yourself Now when we meet again You will be met with a hurricane A front of violent anger The angry gusts constant With speeds and strength so fierce I will break you Snap you in half Discard you Like you did to me You are the trash I catch in my grasp I bat you around like a ball of yarn Until you’re lucky enough to get run over Or possibly rest against a cold metal pole But perhaps you will surrender Perhaps try to make peace with the wind Beg for forgiveness But the wind never forgives. The wind only blows on Until the end of days. This is the price we both pay for your deeds The rage will never cease to exist within me And you will never be safe from my wrath.
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Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 6:34 PM UTC
I am the wind
I can make your sunny day cloudy I can call the clapping thunder I can take your things away With one great sweep of my power I can carry you away I can bury you I can knock you down I can crush you I am the wind One moment I can be calm and kind to you But in a flash I can destroy you I was just a breeze Softly blowing your hair But you harnessed my untapped potential And used it for yourself Now when we meet again You will be met with a hurricane A front of violent anger The angry gusts constant With speeds and strength so fierce I will break you Snap you in half Discard you Like you did to me You are the trash I catch in my grasp I bat you around like a ball of yarn Until you’re lucky enough to get run over Or possibly rest against a cold metal pole But perhaps you will surrender Perhaps try to make peace with the wind Beg for forgiveness But the wind never forgives. The wind only blows on Until the end of days. This is the price we both pay for your deeds The rage will never cease to exist within me And you will never be safe from my wrath.
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Wylder
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Wylder
28/Canada
Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 6:34 PM UTC
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