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You ride the storm dude believing that energy is pure and eternal.
It's only within the flesh that it is corrupted
So you choose like minded energy to match your flow
Together you and another can ride a hurricane, simply residing in the eye
Everyone else and everything is the violent swirl, and twirls of pain
That howling wind is the calling of hell bent insanity
Crabs in a barrel, no one, or anything can be save
Flesh ripped with claws down to bones later to be gnawed
With their dying breath they will hale that sweet release
Dying finally admitting that they never knew
That they never possessed the knowledge they thought
That they never knew peace and the joy that it brings
They never knew the blessing of a loving heart
They only created by torrential winds and rain
And you although safe in the storm's eye could hear it all
You saw friction sparks as air moved across water
They attempt to entice, inviting you to come out and play
Hungering for anything pure, even the smallest morsel of positivity
This would mean so much to those in the barrel
Giving them something that they knew was very dangerous to them
Should energies merge, is it possible to exit as one
Should the gods taste of the flesh of humans, possibly risking tomorrow
You bunker down with your truth, bathing and eating pure and eternal
Together you and another can ride a hurricane, simply residing in the eye