by The storm rages
like an angry god;
drops of Jupiter
hammering the world.
New gods lie
in temples and churches.
Old gods dwell
in the heart of the storm.
They rage
and break upon the world.
They roar
and the very sky trembles.
They rage and roar
and laugh and cry
and bridge the gap
between man and storm.
A (wise) man of two faces 
Pagan fights with un-realistic religion of nowadays. How clever.
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