“Down, down, down,” the painful thunder cries,
“Pound, pound, pound,” and rips on through the skies.
The guiding rod, the sounding beat,
The flying snare what catches feet.
“Down, down, down,” until you learn to die.
Answer - A Whip
Guesses from 15071 - 15073
Clues:
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0 - 9 -
A -
B -
C - Cannon
D -
E - Electrons
F - Fireworks
G -
H - Hollywood Undead
I -
J - Jupiter
K -
L - Lightning, Lil Wayne, Love
M -
N -
O -
P -
Q - Quick (DJ)
R - Riddle guess
S - Sean (Jay)
T - Tlaloc, Ten plagues (the), Thor
U -
V -
W - Whip
X -
Y -
Z - Zeus
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