The eye of the hurricane,
Ran along with it,
The hurricane carrying with it,
The universe it traversed.
The speed of random destruction.
The movement all over the land.
The chaos all people witnessed,
The storm saw what was at hand.
You're a kind of a hurricane.
You first swept me away,
Then whirled me in dangerous places.
And pulled me apart into spaces,
Where no one would ever want to go.
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