The waking of the day
The breaking of the night
What rides upon the distant shores
Will shake us all with fright
It brings with it a thunderous clap
Destroying those in wake
It shatters rooftops with one pass
And drowns all those it takes
The standing still will last but naught
There is but little awe
For hatred reigning down in lust
And rattles here, us all.
“Fear not” they say in gentle voice
To those who hear inside
“And know that it will leave us now”
With that, the wind subsides.
Destruction came, it did not last
We shall rise again
To show the world and ourselves
Through all we still will win.
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