Oceans roil and waves crash
Volcanoes rumble and spew ash,
Chiaroscuro skies drift overhead
Theres an arcane feeling of dread,
Tomorrow’s at this time fade away
Only this moment matters today,
This world often likes to demonstrate
The power it can exert, putting us to shame,
Proving just how feeble and weak we be
In it’s shadows we are so very meek,
I feel humbled and so insignificant
Maybe that is why I worship it so.
fauxcroft 
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