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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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