Nature's wrath, Nature's mercy
By Michael A Gomez
July 2005
To be struck by a lightning bolt.
to have your wings broken in flight,
sending you down in a spiraling descent, Hurts.
And the clouds don't break the fall either.
as you slip right through their fingers
and the sun laughs at you hysterically
like a pack of hyenas, but who are they really?
but feebleminded pawns doing the will of another.
All of them are scavengers, hunting down helpless prey, who pray for help, but become their main course.
The mountains see the injustice but they just cover it up with pretty white snow or dirty mudslides. while the clouds cry for the victims with tears that become oceans and rivers that wind up flooding the land and killing everyone there.
Do me no favors and don't shed any tears for me anymore, because I'm laughing at the Sun. who's burning my flesh to a crisp. fry me you son of a bitch! devour me with your searing Heat and I'll go swimming in the tears of nature, baptizing myself in life's sorrows. drowning myself in the sadness of the clouds tears and I'll rise to the top of the water face down, so the whole world can kiss my ass.
From: Tears on a petal
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