• as the storm thrusts, so dose my anger
    the wind blows as though dose my hair.
    for this time and this time only has he gone to far with thee.
    for thou shall not force my anger any farther.
    the winds will blow for a thousand years for thy rath to end.
    thy nights will be as cold as the wintery north.
    thous days will be as hot as the evening sun.
    so i bid Adieu to all of thee who do not belive in thous power
    shall you die a long and pain filled death.