The perfect storm √
So seldom worlds collide in perfect storm
In boldest type as well as willing form
All broken, shattered, left for endless pale
Tremendous wills that spoke and finely fail
The geysers rumble at the winded marks
The flaming seas give way to glacial sparks
The thunder rooted deeply in the stem
Of life and brutal thoughts of wicked meme
For flaring stars reel back from final fate
On broken wings that flail and sadly bate
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