Windblown anger,
a sandstorm swirling
with madness.
Striking suddenly without
warning.
He’s the air you breath
constant and silent,
waiting a coiled snake.
In a moment of bliss,
prey you’ll become.
Mr. magic deals death
swiftly.
Tarnishing your body,
consuming your soul.
He’ll come
for you in time.
Granite tinged smoke
bullies a banana sky
taking a stand,terrorists
above harbouring malice
engaging war.
Heavenly shouts,warnings
To our saviour we flock.
Sobbing mother above
toxic tears raining.
Protected….
Umbrella Man knows us all.
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I'm a writer at heart with artistic tendencies.In my writing,my nerves are calm and calculating, but when speaking the words fail to exit my mouth in an orderly fashion,often ending in embarrassing moments.