The Thunder Rolls On Poem by David Wicks
The Thunder Rolls On
As nothing goes right
Or as you think it should,
The Thunder rolls on...
The Thunder that is the spark
Of a new world,
One of grief, sorrow, loss...
The Thunder rolls on...
But You turn your back
To the evil which is the
Thunder, crackling in the sky.
Yet still, the Thunder rolls on.
Turn away, never look back,
For the Thunder is there,
And unlike you and I...
The Thunder rolls on.
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