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Ruah
The cold suck before the storm
clouds darkened claim the horizon
and you alone unaware
the birds they are clueless
running into one another
they have lost thier magnetic force fields
wind kicks up and chemistry churns the sky
oh say can you see the colors wash away
by the sunsets final light
Strike, studder, collision
uptaking handles loose thier grip
trees begin barking at dogs who run for fear of thier bite
going mad they eat the grass
and back to birds, they are now flat wasted on the ground
what have they done the fools
don't they too realize that they are meant to be up in that mess?
If given the power to fly, you must at all times
you cannot turn magic off
If the Storm is in your home you must not flee, but fight
Ruah has called them, they must go home.
