Soft, Calm, Cataclysm

January 12, 2015

Thats what I call a storm

Barely suppressed fury

Thats what I call a storm

Nature taking its own course

Thats what I call a storm

Of wind and rain

Of thunder and lightning

Tears of burdened clouds

Dances of electric children

Voices of the Commanding Heavens

Songs of the Forgotten

Rain, Lightning, Thunder and Wind

The rulers of the atmospheric continents

Pull together your powers

Bring Life AND Death

Bring creation and destruction

Become the spinner of the wheel of fortune

The Cycler of the Cirle of Fate

Soft, Calm Cataclysm

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