Thunder Poem by susette varga

The days are marked by the long furious build of thunder
Atmosphere becomes close human nature starts going under
Hell's descendant's run through my mind with bad intention
My wicked core of self was something they did not mention
My dimension was one of pointless hate and twisted tension

Aggression once free no end no limitation
I hold the globe in one hand one fist destroys the nation
Palm surface now tainted with the pain and devastation
New creation i build land bring sight of the horizon
I can give you the clearest water unpolluted free from poison
I can give you dreams with the greatest plot the greatest ending
To the very edge of the bounds past outer space i will be sending