Category 5

I guess one could say

I'm tired of feeling like a hurricane.

My center is calm, even awe-inspiring,

but I'm mostly made of

  violent gusts of wind.

Destroying everything,

  and everyone in my path.

Giving a bitter taste to my name

to all those who encountered me

 at my worst.

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