Winds are hurling
A storm.
Earth quivers in
Boggled awe.
As a revolution
Comes alive.
Icecaps are afraid
Of a wave of heat.
Mountains shiver out
In a cold that beats.
Seas too slosh
In scare,
To the revolution
That's in wake.
Forests have lost
Their cool.
Animals are as
Confused.
Trees do anticipate
Something bad.
The revolution in
Wake, is not
Welcome at all.
Demons are
Running for life.
Angels are confused
Taking sides.
Gods sit coughing,
For being pleased
With lit-up cigars.
And the man lauds
The smoke,
He is breathing.
Lits another cigarette,
To celebrate the next
Revolution he wanna
Bring to life.
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