battered

vast dangerous, angry tumultuous seas,
raging against the shore.
the venom in your seething form,
the danger in your roar.
the battered rock is groaning now,
the sound of splintering fear.
yesterday you were calm,
And tomorrow you will be spent.
but the pain will be remembered,
and the fear of your intent.

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