You seek shelter in your egotistical thoughts of grandeur and assume victory
you seem to think I am nothing but ordinary
little do you know how wrong you will be
when you stand in the ring, the eye of the storm, across from me
when all is through, you will know I have arrived
you can run and hide, stay and deny
you cannot stop what cannot be seen until it is too late for you
you cannot deter me from what I have been set to do
I will devastate and maim whoever is foolish enough to withstand
all you see and know before you is about to end
you all can defy, you can try and deter, when it is too late you can beg for mercy
a storm is coming whether you like it or not as stopped I will not be