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.
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.
fauxcroft 
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