Force of Nature
I am a force of Nature.
Dangerous beyond all reckoning.
I cannot be Directed.
I cannot be Controlled.
I ebb and flow with but a whisper through time.
But when roused I strike with all the force of a God.
Sometimes unnoticeably Quiet.
Sometimes unbearably Loud.
I am noticed only when people care to look.
And often underestimated when they do.
I hold no Bias.
I hold no Contempt.
I am never content to sit still.
I am incapable of stagnation.
I am Change.
I am bereft of Corruption.
A burning maelstrom of Thoughts and Ideas.
I shatter anything that gets in my way.
Tearing and gnawing at opposition.
Crashing and Slashing at indecision.
Broken through a crucible of my own Ordeal.
I will forge my blade of change.
Hammer its shape through my actions.
And etch it`s inscription through my Words.
And then when all is said and done.
I will take my blade of change and cut my way to the Future.
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