The sky, in it's blacken fury
Rips in shards of light
Hiding
Down among the weeds
Are the men who quiver and shake
Hoping
That the beautiful God
Would leave them to their peace
Oh what a fury!
Their voices cry
The tremors shake their voice
And the tears are slowly stirring
Yet the only call from that lonely God
Is the crack from the sky
And the world below is illuminated again
Oh what fury!
Does that lightning crash
Clashing with the trees down below
Setting fire to the world around
And as the men, small as ants run
Out through the clouds appears the sun.
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