Rain drops near my small castle
I hear lighning strikes above
Just close my eyes and wait for a distant thunder
Oh, how near and how desperative
It must be something terrible happening in the atmosphere
I feel that pre-catastrophic air
Soon all mankind will disappear.
Only wise sorcerers will survive,
Hidden in other worlds doors are well known for them.
I smell coming disaster,
It tastes real.
Distant thunder
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