Woorden: Unleashed Power. Cataclysm.

Part one: BLACKENED SKIES



Brooding from blackened skies

Trickle breaks the silence

Conceal the ominous lies

Billowed from insolence



Where rumors engage the storm

And turmoil initiates

The disillusions deform

Until it infiltrates........me



PART TWO: IMMINENT STORM

Blustering wind tearing into the eyes

Foreboding of the imminent demise

Whipping the simple into complexity

Reminding me of my incapacity



Soughed confusion spreading in my mind

Where are the answers, desires I can't find



PART THREE: WHIRLING TO BITS

Fiercely the cyclone hits

Tearing my mind to bits

Don't know what's up or down

Faced with my own showdown



Confused and dazed

I'm rattled in this maze

Struggle to keep erect

To maintain self-respect



Try to piece it together

I'm trapped in stormy weather



Swirling like a ragdoll


Confusion reigns in my skull



In my world blown asunder

Feeling my self-esteem go under



What is it about

Will I figure it all out?



PART FOUR: TORNADO'S PATH

Sheltering from forceful strike

Must obliterate them alike

Psychopathic carnivore

like the tornado's outpour



Vexed buildup I can't control

With my truculent death toll



PART FIVE: PANTHEON OF DESTRUCTION

Expedite a conflict imminent

To be pantheon prominent

Writhing delusions of grandeur

To a web of volatile blur



The road of red cataclysm

With the strength of nihilism

The name of self-preservation

To annihilate deviation



All to quench the confusion

That's the key to my delusion

The path taken ambiguously

With broken spirit completely