The lightning jackoled 

and the thunder rattled

as the floor beneath me

started to quake

 

I was up all night

with flashes of shimmering light

that keeps me awake 

 

Bountiful of presence

I found hopful pleasants

through a open glade

 

Rumbling and Rattling 

conteinuosly crackling

the ground beneath me 

begins to shake

 

strike high mighty Gods

have your lighting wield no shame

blunderd and battered

the trees seem shaterd 

with a blanket of rain 

 

What I hold true 

science will always prove

that the lion in the sky

holds a old myth beneath a lie