THUNDERBOLT
In the abyss of my thought,
I saw a thunderbolt.
It draws a crooked line in the firmament,
And sounds like a deafening agape.
When your whip strikes,
A sturdy tree will die.
Every time you rumble,
My eardrum will fall.
When nature’s in rage,
Everything will be sweep.
If mankind don’t take hold of it,
Everything will perish.
***09302009***
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