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So this counts as a blog site as well huh? Ok, I guess I could fill up some space.
However, it will be filled with crude, unrefined text that only relates to what tenuous thoughts flow into my head at any specific time.
Today I'll share a poem I made awhile ago. It's called "Storm" enjoy.

The Spring brings many things
Flowers, young beasts,
Bees that sting

The world comes into a state of creation
But ever lingers an essence of destruction
All of which is Mother Nature's construction

The bees start to dissapear
I can sense the stillness in the air
Not long after the birds leave the skies,
I can see it with my own eyes

Seething, swirling, stiring itself to shriek and scar the sky
It build and releases and build and releases, again and again!
Great flashes that sunder the sky and shake the Earth
Things of the land and sky seek shelter, but not I

For I revel in the moments the Storm is above me
To feel the force of the wave, the blast of air and sand against my skin
The stiing only to be washed by droplets before the deluge
And the chaos around allows me to look deep within

The Storm now controls my fate
Oh the show! The lights, the rumble and the claps
The swirling leaves aorund me, all part of a hunger I must sate

Nothing will stop it, nothing can
But I will stand in it and be cleansed by it
For the is my Storm

If it leaves my body torn and tattered
It's only because my soul continued on
To become the Storm that it shattered.