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let the lightning speak
Let the thunder move
Let the hail fall
And the rain groove
Let the plants whither
And the snakes slither
The ground is quicksand
Its a submitting land
It conforms to your nerves
It continuely serves
Human electricity surges
Pure euphria emerges
Your body is hot,
But your skin is cold
Each idea seems like gold
For the hightened mind is far to bold
Nature has something to say
It talks when the skys are grey
Let the lightning speak now

A Poem Writen By My Soldier Who Asked If I would Post It For Him.... McLoven..