the day I think the flood is done
the water gets much deeper
and all the rivers run with blood
from a cold and deadly reaper
I hear the winds no longer howl
I think the storm abates
but I was only in the eye
a second half awaits
and when I feel my pain will end
I hide from cruel deceit
with certainty the blow will come
to knock me from my feet
I seek a retribution day
when fire consumes the sky
and flood and war and evil winds
at last will finally die
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