Visceral

The deep dull rumble
Felt before the crash
Bone crushing impact
The thunder roars through

Pure elemental power
With only disregard
For feeble man
Without any real defense

The power of the Gods
Swatting at insects
So arrogant we are
Thinking we have control

Stoic Poetry

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