Our Mother Poem by Teighlor Nunya
Our Mother
The voice of mass-distruction,
Can only be herd in the wind,
It's the voice of mothernature,
This voice will make you cringe,
This voice is very beautiful,
Oh yes, in a way,
But once you hear the sound it makes,
You know it's time to pay,
For everything,
We have done wrong,
But what i need you to know,
This voice is very strong.
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