The Mighty Thunderbeast Poem by Ruerd Visser
The Mighty Thunderbeast
Hear the indians play the drum,
hoping we all live together under the loving sun.
For the mighty thunderbeast,
whom fears it won't last any longer.
Roars and screams as the end is near.
Releiving those whom are dear of heart,
as we pas the end of days.
Where the mighty roaring thunderbeast,
has no dominion anymore.
And we live to feast forevermore,
celebrating a lifetime worth of joy.
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