I Of Thee Storm

I Of Thee Storm short poem

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I live to kill the storm from the inside out, some may choose to walk

Through it but I surrender myself to the fact that in order to make the

Storm itself vanish, I must become it, in reality I am my own worst villain

Greater then any other enemy known in my realm it is when we are scared of the strikes of the storm that we

Become the weakest but if we allow

The pain from the aftermath of it, we are gaining not weakening in any

Sense , this is the real heart of the storm.

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