thunder peals from skies on high
the feel of rain upon my skin.
God it feels good to be alive!
feel so excited that I can’t keep it in
anymore
the exhileration of the moment in function
beads of sweat drip from every pore
as I dispell my malfunction
and pray for life evermore
no it’s a poem written in ‘leet’ commonly written as 1337, a clue: 4= ‘a’, 1=’i’, 0=’o’ and 5=’s’ and before anyone asks it is not based on mathematical progression btw who’s FGM?