Hurricane They call you the hurricane the tsunami, The storm. They try to get On your good side Always avoiding Your horns You're a swarm of bees Ready to attack You're the fuming genie Trapped in the lamp All in all you're angry And mesmerizing A creature of both Satan and God Has risen I'm hooked On your touch The touch of a demon Your my enemy, But my savior My one reason.
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