Battery of the sky in passionate thundering slashes of electricity,
Like blazing whips flung across the world and snapping,
Beautiful display of natural passion that brings fear,
No wonder generations past think this is a God’s work,
So does that fear develop in the electric storm of love,
Of which brings both fear and admiration in its power,
The ultimate control of space and sky as if nothing else existed,
Or was alive accept the flashes of absolute divinity,
Causing my heart to race and mind to fascinate in awe,
The moment is now where we make our own energy.
By Ryan Anthony Gibson
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