Oh mighty howling wind
That whistles with no end
From nowhere to the same
Scouring every open vein
In fury, world's are changed.
Gone in but a single gust
Stripped down to our very rust
Eroded there for all to see
Electric fire our destiny
The needle strikes but once
Filled with cinders from on high
The howling, prowling drawing nigh
The lowing stowing promised pain
The whisper gently kissing veins
We truly think we stand to gain
But nothing ever wears such ire
As majestic electric fire
And escapes to live to tell
So hurricane, scour well
And of the lives we take and sell
Leave no trace behind.
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