my name, the sound of what is
the whistling song of birds
the wind that blows between the trees
my name, hot as lava that scorches
the sun that burns all to ashes
or a gentle flow of a bubbling brook
the crashing tides of the endless ocean
my name, the roar of lions
the howl of the wolves at night
the hooting of the wise old owls
the proud screech of the bald eagle
yes, my name is that which flies
but yet, my name can destroy even heaven
yes, this is my true name
the name that must never be spoken
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