Electric Church (Free Form Poetry)
Stormy haven of rushing gusts
Torrents of rain
Endless play
Strike me with lightning
Scorch the earth
You and I, we dance
On our own sacred turf
Miles high with arms wide
Embrace the dance
Flashing fleeting lights
Midnight stormy trance
Take my hands and pray
In our electric chruch
Salvation and hope lie within
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