Light in the sky cuts a
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Deep laceration
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Into the night like a blade of a knife
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Look to the black clouds
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In anticipation
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Wait for the thunder to roar into life
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A sacred liaison, a sky of abrasion
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The brooding clouds roll
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And echo their pain
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LightingĄ¯s impatience
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A claw-like invasion
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Stabs at the sky as it beckons the rain
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Rise on the wings of a storm
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Glide on the wings to the clarion call
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Climb on the wings of the storm
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Electric blue thunderstruck
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Crash into battle
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The warhorses calling
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Deafering roars in electric blue light
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There watching over
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Descending and falling
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The retinal core of the eye in the sky
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Nothing is nature defies the creator
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Now can the thunder-heads
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Rumble be tamed
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Vital, untarnished
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Cannot be harnessed
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Cannot be measured
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Be captured or chained
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Rise on the wings of a storm
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Glide on the wings to the clarion call
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Climb on the wings of the storm
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Electric blue thunderstruck
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Wings Of The Storm
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