The Storm Of War
You should be afraid
I am the storm you heard was coming
Created by the hot air your leaders release
Enhanced by the stupidity they show
Whenever they challenge each other
To a pissing contest neither can win
I drift across so many lands
Watching everyone planning to kill everybody
The roar of my thunder doesn’t faze them
They ignore the blackness of my clouds
And the piercing of my rain
I know that if they do not stop
I will become stronger
And when I finish no one will be left
And who would be the winner then
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