This is the anti, the Anticosmic Overload
And storms in emulation growl.
From land to sea, from sea to land
And fashion as they wildly howl.
Though none may hope to fathom thee
Still glorious are thy works of might.
A circling wonder working band
Destructive flames in mad career
Precede thy thunders on their way
Yet lord thy messengers revere.
In spreading billows foams the ocean,
Spheres whirl around in endless motion
And cliff and sea with mighty shock,
Still glorious are thy works of might.
This is the anti, the Anticosmic Overload,
Revolves the earth in splendour bright
From land to sea, from sea to land
And fashion as they wildly howl.
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