Thunderbird

In the dull high stormy sky
Thunderbird is wildly circling.
Darkest heavens with no light
Confuse your mind, lose its meaning.
 
Black clouds behave like a devil
Smiling to you with all the evil.
Don't take care they only the nothing
And will not do me thunder or something.
 
I suggest him be my good friend.
Thunderbird! Maybe for this you was sent.
Thunderstorm is cruel of course.
But you and me is a force if we both.


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