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Thunderstorms,
monsters.
Riling up,
craving destruction.

Desire,
taking over.
Screaming and punching,
tired of the silence.

Satisfaction,
releasing it all out.
Anger,
in all it's glory.

Roaring,
better not be hidden.
Pounce back,
strike them,
consume them in your wrath.

Angels will take over,
orelse how would they,
if you keep your monsters hidden?

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