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Atlantic Storm

You strafe the land with caustic brine,
Wave upon wave, time after time.
Thunderous guns, quake the soul,
Defeating your foe with a ruthless goal.
Mighty rollers batter the shore,
Dousing the land, ‘til it cries No more!
You show no mercy for boats and trees,
Lashing their forms with swollen seas.
Beasts and men hide from your raid,
Until you ebb and your forces fade...

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