Rage Winter~change Poem by Michael Figueroa

The eye of the winters rage draws near
I, standing in its center command every wave of destruction
While picking up speed I ravage the city
Hearing only cries of lives I pity

Why do I have to be the atrocity?
Is this revealing my inner furiousity?
The power of the storm is much too great
And on your tombstone will record this date

Slow down the breathing and think of nothing
Speed up the REM and rise for something
Im prying them open now
So dont be afraid

Only one great sacrifice
will save the day
An just as i begin to awake
The raging storm seals my fate