I can see it.
Flashes off in the distance.
Rumbles and grumbles of
Discontent, of oppression.
They're on their way.
Getting closer and closer
Shouting "God is Great"
From the rooftops.
Neda, don't be afraid.
Alex, don't worry about them.
Death will only cause this storm
To gather steam and be louder.
Violence and emotion.
Despair and defeat.
This storm will just get louder.
Until it stumbles again.
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