Skepticism - Sign of a Storm


By the healing waters 
of my lovely shores 
I laid 
The air so bleak 
so cold 
I breathed with my eyes 
with my ears 
Through aeons went my journey 

From these mountains 
I swear the world 
I am the hammer 
I am lightning 
By the signs I shall return 
To burn all land 
beyond the seas

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