My voice is a fire hydrant ready to burst.
It’s very loud and firm.
It flows like a stream into the open world.
Shouting to anyone that has listening ears.
Like a horn waiting to go off.
Like a lion roaring in the wild.
Like a King yelling at his peasants.
My voice is the King.
It’s the sound of a car crash.
It’s the sound of a door slamming.
It is loud, very loud.
Like the sound of a tornado storm.
It gives fear.
It scares the mice outta fields.
It stops people from what they’re doing.
It has more strength than a semi truck.
It is my voice.