Your birth is sudden

sometimes premature

you life is acknowledge

a name you adorn,

you grow so rapid

behave like a thug

care not about tomorrow

or what

lies in your path.

You are a race a breed

of Storm beings

a creed that scours

the Earth,

rampant on destruction

with no love

nor any malaice,

angry with the world

cause uheaval

with extreams

then disasociate peoples

from their loved ones.

Who is your master

is he the ruler of the world

the one who knows

his day is matched

with equal force

as well,

but not from a violent hand

nay

from one who loves

so be ready

Creed of Evil beings of the Air

soon Earth will be rested

everywhere

no more fear

from your tantrums

your evil ways

will be gone.