I am a tornado: wild, black, scary, and mean.
I arrived so fast nobody was ready for me.
I carry cars, bathtubs, houses, trees,
and I don’t care.
I see mothers crying for their kids, kids scared
of the loud noises, and I don’t care.
I feel so happy watching everybody suffering.
I become more powerful.
I’ve been wanting to do my job for a long time
and I’m happy I did it.
I have come to tell you,
I am a tornado: wild, scary, and mean – and I love it.
