The Storm Of The Night

The Storm Of The Night

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Its's May 3rd At Nighttime On A Stormy Night . I Wake Up With No Power In My Home Because Of The Storm . I Look Out My Window And Hear The Tears Of God Hit The Window Pane . I Hear Kids Full Of Laughter Stomping Their RainBoots On The Devil . I See The Lighting That Strikes The Sky Like A Tiger Attacks His Prey . I Hear Voices In The Wind That Tell Me The Secrets Of The World . I See Hideous Monsters Scare Me While I Watch Them Come To Life On The Wall . I Go Outside And Watch The Lighting As It Cascades Over The Pitch Black Sky . The Lightning Is Loud Like Fireworks On The 4th Of July . I Sit Down On The Swing On The Porch With My Blanket . I Sit And Watch As The World We Call Earth Gets Wet Like The Amazon RainForest And Watch The Dew Fall Of The Grass . As I Feel The Cold Wind And Watch The Leaves Blow , I Start To Fall Asleep . So I Go Back Inside & Return Back To My Kingdom .
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