There's to much for our generation
To coup with
Weatherman drowns us
and we can not breath
poisonous water filling our lungs.
Dark clouds blocking the sun
Lightning strikes
everywhere,
at once.
The earth shakes,
Cracks dividing us.
Misled souls
Hides
in there holes
Cause the weatherman,
Says,
that the storm is coming.
Fri vers av comeon
Publicerad 2016-04-04 23:38