There came
a boiling wind
with a torrid truth —
it’s over lad.
There came
a bush fire
with a traumatic truth —
it’s over lad.
There came
a carnivorous sea
with a trenching truth —
it’s over lad.
There came
a solitary ice cube
with a tilled truth —
it’s over lad.
— Drunken Thermometer.
Thy Vox 
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