take me to Sonnen day Nacht

Thunder storms brewing at the peak of my mountain,
the gateway to serenity is blocked by lashes of whips.
Anger flows like lava in our very core, 
as pressure builds - temptations are harder to ignore.

Forever buried under sand, I...
An ancient curse;
slowly building,
rage. Eventually
without direction,
the light behind me.
The noisy burden,
the correction.
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