NovPAD Day 26 (2nd thought) resubmit
like buzzard’s beaks, the hail stones on roof & glass, vendetta drums the storm it comes, the storm it comes shredded trees draw fatal line a folded car, sepulchral wreck the driver’s neck the driver’s neck these storms once freak are now a tax it’s Gaia’s way impugn our stay impugn our stay we’ve run enough ignored the signs our hostage planet takes back the reins says think again yes, think again
I like your metaphorical use of repetition.
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