Until the end,
be a strong wind,
strong as a tornado spin.
Thoughts of strength,
maybe only mind length,
but what else does it take,
to make a mind quake?

Overpowered on the outside,
still strong on the inside.
A strong mind doesn't corrupt,
it has to be beat up.
The outside world may beat,
but there's nothing worse,
than an inner delete.

When there's no breath left,
then there's death.
In death a strong soul,
still won't fold.
Energy of strong wind,
fights on to mend,
in mind never will end.

End is a thought,
death is a draught,
one might expire,
only in thought desire.
Bodies pass gone,
energy flies on.

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