Grey skies will rape sunny days

Rape me Rape me your hate will wake me



What enlightens can also bake me



What overcasts is cold but can shape me



Take me Grey clouds, you have the power



The sky you will devour and bombard



With your showers



Scour your Indian ink upon this vibrant canvas



Sometimes heaven will be eclipsed in these stanzas



Yeah it aint romantic, in comes the gloomy banter



The sun comes and goes and so are the devils antics



You better have a lantern, when that solar disappears



It comes to abuse, attack and play on your fears



Pierce, breach, molest, violate and impale



Sunlight becomes a nicotine bitch like in jail



Preparation and prayer is the muscle, our spirit is so frail



Midnight is the aggressor, bright days are the whore



Dusk is the tidal wave, and dawn is the shore



Aurora becomes a mistress, PM smacks, beats and is grabbing me



Shadows hate the light, without Vaseline invades your cavity



You rather be dead or at least have a fighting chance



We can hear thunder's emphatic music



And we still go outside and dance



Get battered, torn and drenched



Just don't make to much sense



Many times we can see gale forces before they commence



But we've become worshippers of the shady side



It loves us too, but seduces us with lies



Leads us away from our discernment, we trust our naked eyes



Whispers what we want to hear, temptation wears a disguise



Bleakness will come and ravage our euphoric village



Misery is a savage that loves to pillage



Toxic spillage mixing in our reservoir



Radiance is a soldier and will defeat skies of noir



No longer sit and wait for storms to have its way and pass



Grab the nuts of darkness... and cover your ass



P.O.P © 2006

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