Thunder
I love waking up to the sound of thunder, or laments of the gods that hunger for justice when the souls wander off, at times... I wonder how such anger bursts with such splendor, all the whilebecoming anchor of the skies. And now, let's linger here for a while, as our souls, surrender.
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