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\n Batteries of the skies;
booming thunders, and so are you.
You, the whirlwind the most ferocious,
befit such name ever notorious\u2014
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0ever in a strife of your own
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0seemingly unending.
The whirlwind strikes hard
and fast, and as such; angels of death
descending, striking from the faint heavens
to accomplish its sole purpose, destructive in nature,
beseeching its everlasting glory
that\u2019d evoke the sun\u2019s jealousy, even.
Alas! You carry out the task
that spares none of the land,
taking away the dearest one from another, weeping,
flipping cars and engines from where they're standing,
while plucking out the road signs once robust
and even the trees once deemed so ancient\u2014
none is spared but wrecked
before the might of the whirlwind
the total annihilation being its sole identity\u2014
the one that destroys in the name of thy honor
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0and in the very name of glory in vain.
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0You look around\u2014
only to see none has survived
or has been left alive; spectating
the empty earth and the water
while being dispersed, scattered amidst the air,
lifted by the hands of thy maker
disappearing\u2014joining the void specters,
and thus befitting the word, truly,
the vainglory.
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\n (C) Copyright: Saul Bae (Sungmoo Bae)\n
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