Hurricane force

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Hurricane force life

Cuts through like a knife

Tornados twisting wildly

No point in living this life mildly

Feel the passions of the storm

Bred in you since we were born

We can be ripped apart and torn

And yet we heal ourselves.

Storm force

Tornado twisting

Passionate are we

Born are we

Torn but we still believe

We are implanted with a healing seed.

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  1. The seed carried by the wind, caught in my throat with a cry and a choke. Take the handlebars of my mandible and drive it deep into the belly of the beast, under the sea.
    The commoner has a job to do, protect the seed and only release it when you wake to the world at the top of a mountain. After the cries are dried from your eyes, you may descend and plant the first man.

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