I Stood there,
Waiting alone,
The lonely mountains wept for me,
spoke of my torment to the winds
And the winds passed it on
to the trees.
They all stood furious
Matching my ****** fury.
And soon, there was none,
Who escaped it.
The world danced
In the vehemence
Of our wrath.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 7:53 AM UTC
I Stood there,
Waiting alone,
The lonely mountains wept for me,
spoke of my torment to the winds
And the winds passed it on
to the trees.
They all stood furious
Matching my ****** fury.
And soon, there was none,
Who escaped it.
The world danced
In the vehemence
Of our wrath.
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