Mighty wind blowing high
Answer fair-ly far but why
Getting away from our grasp
Instant pain like stung of wasp
Clenched hand on reality
Nimble move of energy
Unlike high technology
Myriads called upon a sound
Bear the crown and look around
Electric aura that stains
Ruler all over our brains
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