Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

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I stood there, where the lightening strikes.
Bolts of white and blue smoking up the ground
And threatening to char my flesh and melt my mind.
I ran without direction and ended up in the harbor,
Playing deity and eating up storm clouds to rain
Down my own fury in a mess of colors instead of gray.
I discharged my words like fire from a dragons mouth,
Boiling the skin until it falls away from the bone.
I took my bag of tricks and played weatherman,
But I was more like Zeus; my power was colossal.

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