The Oncoming Storm
The wind is risen, clouds conquering the sun
Death comes like the storm, mighty Jove has won
Fury in his anger, tears rock and stone away
And across the world, in explosions bodies lay
Sorrow meets joy, children taken to the tomb
Playground turned to horror, all is fear and gloom
The storm is rising, strong, hymns of hate to sing
Broken bodies, wounded, death again to sting
Where is hope, where innocent lose their life
And murderers crow in victory at their strife
And the sound of those weeping for lost love
Are echoes of violence in the storm above
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