The Hour of Revolt

The Hour of Revolt

I cannot bear to speak softly
As the whirlwinds dance
And consume in mass

I cannot stand to tread lightly
As the hateful swarm
Emblazed and swollen with fear

I shall not bend and revere
Engulfed by my trials
In shambles and sullen

I must never draw to a calm
And flounder assured
While time rages on
With scorn for us all

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