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Grip of Chaos
I never knew what the clouds feel when they run from the threat of the sun
When they flood the mountains like skirting them with bubbles in a creek
And it's crazy to think that all I could wish was for the moment to stay
'A little more' I'd say
But the clouds running from the east has another say
Has another tale as it cries, crawl and brawl where it's echoes hushed
As it tumbles and dragged itself through the sharpest peaks
An avalanche but double the slow mo and make everyone deaf
Deaf and death may sound alike yet death is what awaits the mountains under
A serene picture like a stone sinking in a water, not much is heard with it's depth
Depth that burst your ears with pressure that is kept under the silver waves
No, I'm not a surfer
I don't speak the language of the water
When the waves are coming
Where the waves are coming from
I do not know
All I know is to wait for it to spike me under
Where my feet fiddle to find somewhere shallow
Like an arrow finding a place in a bow
Where it gets sent away once it found the perfect place
And had to force itself to the target who never saw it coming
Who never wished for it
Who hates it
© MhiG
When they flood the mountains like skirting them with bubbles in a creek
And it's crazy to think that all I could wish was for the moment to stay
'A little more' I'd say
But the clouds running from the east has another say
Has another tale as it cries, crawl and brawl where it's echoes hushed
As it tumbles and dragged itself through the sharpest peaks
An avalanche but double the slow mo and make everyone deaf
Deaf and death may sound alike yet death is what awaits the mountains under
A serene picture like a stone sinking in a water, not much is heard with it's depth
Depth that burst your ears with pressure that is kept under the silver waves
No, I'm not a surfer
I don't speak the language of the water
When the waves are coming
Where the waves are coming from
I do not know
All I know is to wait for it to spike me under
Where my feet fiddle to find somewhere shallow
Like an arrow finding a place in a bow
Where it gets sent away once it found the perfect place
And had to force itself to the target who never saw it coming
Who never wished for it
Who hates it
© MhiG
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