MADE OF STORM
I am the flood

who drags the dirt

and lives on it

She is the soil

with whom I flirt

and rots with it

I am the flood

who purifies

I guess she calls Me

the Lord of Lies



when I?m inside her

feels like she is

made of Storm



I am the flood

who likes the dirt

and sleeps with it

she is the soil

with whom I flirt

she rots within

I am the flood

who purifies

She does not know

she?s fucking with

the Lord of Lies



when I?m inside her

feels like she is

made of Storm