Storm
I create clouds with my words
Blood-red horizons with my mythic mouth
Saintly I mirror the cruelness of your kind
Bring devastation from North to the South
I am the darkest of all butterflies
And create storms
I'm gonna show you sulphur skies
And I'm the scorn
I am the darkest of all butterflies
And create storms
Show you the world through nature's eyes
After the storm
You'll be born
I will cleanse men with my words
Crimson horizons flow from furious ideas
The flap of my wings sets off a national storm
You only know love by knowing deep fears
A new order waits
Radical aftermath
Of self-awareness
And altruism's path
A new gnosis comes
A bright reality
And after dark
You will truly see

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