God fury

I sit on the beach on a dazzling balmy evening,
With clear ripples on the pond before us.
As a fierce breeze announces its arrival,
The seahorses are racing.
As Satan draws his sabre,
The God of Thunder roars in anger.
The sky lights with such menace And strikes as I spectate in fear and wonder. 
Darkness descends us as the drums cry in pity.
As Satan’s tummy rumbles and cymbals clatter,
God has the last word
And the laws of nature take over.

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