A storm is born -
so beautiful and lovely!
As lightnings rape the blackened sky
and clouds lick the rooftops’ dirt away!
The Gods had send the storm to clean us,
to wash the sins and pain away…
And as every cleanse from sin
it does remind us
more of Devils work than else.
In storms we live
and storms will kill us –
they’d wash our blood away –
for where there’s storm
there’s nothing endless,
nothing lasts,
but just the rain!
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