The Avalanche of Her
Avalanche of humility
gallopping white death with a hint of flesh.
She remains steadfast above the tide of the storm
The eye, it watches from afar as it's minions rush in with haste
waving years of hatred through tightened fists
Curse the mountain for supporting such demise
Curse the mountain for everyones cries
Curse the mountain for concieving such lies.
White galloping death, and her on the dance
I struggle on the run
Trampled
Betrayed
Buried in a strange humility, and the Avalanche of her wrath.
-J. M. Simpson
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