You'll taste my wrath soon.
I will make the temperature rise in the room.
Flames will rise beneath my feet.
Don't you dare close your eyes, or you'll be sorry.
The time will come for me to rise.
The time will come for me to thrive.
You'll kneel before me and all my glory.
You'll look me in the eyes and all you can mouth is sorry.
I'm no free taste in a candy store.
I'm the one and only perfect storm.
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Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
