Emotionally charged poem.
Thundering rain,
Angry Gods,
Bring us some pain,
Without the odds.
Bring us the impending doom
No one can stop you.
Eventually, there will be a massive boom
Without anything new.
Peril is upon us
The gods want vengeance
Nothing will ooze pus
So that nothing will be a nuisance.
By: Bright Chang
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