wake up!
the wind whispers
it screams as a hurricane
it tears as a tornado
a message washed up
by tidal wave on a wrecked beach
all over it transmits
in the only language it knows
the dialect is destruction
it speaks for us
from the depths
we are tired of this
it's time for something new
wake up and create!
from the wake of devastation
in the ruin of desolation
comes the breath of creation
do not fear the reaper
nor scorn the messenger
the storm is a letter
that few hear
whipping up gusts that twist our guts
violently it falls on deaf ears
our pain is a howl
wake up! it says
i am calling
answer yourselves
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