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Presence MAG
Jungle without dirt
and I walk upon
forty nights of steady rain.
Rivers with power to kill
Mothers protecting their own
Thunder loud enough to wake up God
Clouds dark enough to blind a shark.
Winds strong enough to collapse a soul.
My feet are covered with mud,
my head covered with vengeance
and my ears covered with lies.
I leave the jungle.
The rain stops.
The madness stops.
The pain stops.
The jungle is now happy.
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