Catastrophe
Catastrophe
Wailings ring out across the land, as tears stream from her face.
And in her eyes it flashes, the fate of our race.
A whirlwind of frustrations. She rages in the deep.
An evil storm brews within her, while mundanes cower and weep.
She cries out with great thunder. And is despised all around.
Her rage is swallowed by darkness. Humans fear her sounds.
The earth screeches out her warning. We are to weak to survive. Catastrophe is coming. And she'll take u dead or alive.
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