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A twirling thought made its way 
Onto the surface of the day 
these strange days, seem to slide
Flowing in and out of my fragile mind
The gap above slowed it's tune 
Rising stars and falling moons 
My tornado is coming soon 
Drags me under and consumes
My every thought taken captive
By something strange and foreign 
This Sarcastic mess is not my fault 
Just the way I harshly talk
I feel a tornado coming on my skin
It's digging deep and digging in 
Coming Crawling Creeping Closer
And so my tornado hits the ground 
I remember this feeling now 
It’s getting bigger now coming closer
My tornado took me over
And it’s dark hold like a tidal wave
Walking zombie now it’s slave
This sadness encroaches with much skill
Stealing what once was my own free will 
This tornado and inflated sense of ego
resurrected a warrior and a rebel
Woke up something deep inside
From it’s long slumber ready to fight