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Natural Disaster
I've peaked the farthest mountain.
Scaled it clean with ease.
Pressed through many so called torments
And disease.
The strongest shaking winds
Were but a gentle breeze.
And every blackened thunder cloud
Seemed gray to me.
Where hurricanes made death
I looked them in the eye.
Walked away in disappointment.
Couldn't even make me cry.
And what tsunami
Did I not eat up like sweet salami?
Shedding stupid dirt specs thrown upon me.
And walking forth like such a zombie.
Yes, I cleared a path
And made a riddle of these called 'disasters'
In the midst of all my laughter.
Then, how is it I could quell the winds,
The bolts, and make them stop.
Yet...
Still resign and drown in just your one teardrop thereafter...
