The Six Stages
When I came about, his world erupted
Into a tornado
Ripping up the peices
Of his life
He gripped
And slipped
And tripped up
And fell among the peices of his shredded
When I came,
And his world erupted
I think he died a little
And I watched
A life flicker out
As I sped along my way,
Just a tornado in the distance
Just another road block
Except this time
He couldnt get up
And this time
He wouldnt acknowledge
I had taken all power to
From his legs
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