The angry obsidian clouds of self doubt and disillusionment
ominously roll across the dark skies of reality.
Snarling winds of fearful realization howl across the dismal
cowering plains of clarity.
The lightning of its knowledge flashes ferociously
across the quivering uneasy skies of serenity.
Terrible thunder of persecution ominously crashes
menacingly over the wavering fields of joy.
And the black rains of discord and strife strike
with powerful hatred for the golden crown of sanity.
Donavon Scott Vinson