You bring the deadly storms
But I bring the rains that grow your crops
I curse thee nature
You bring the hell of winters cold
But I give you spring to renew you
I curse thee nature
You tore up my home with tornadoes
But I give you gentle winds on a summer’s day
I curse thee nature
And I bless you child of man who destroys all
This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.
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