Pouring rain is mightier than ever
Till verdure is to fade and sever
Snow is the reminder of peace
I've never heard a thunder so fierce
Distaste is a needle for to pierce
The flesh of your brother
The skin of your mother
And the cheek of your sister.
Time is ripe, the time is today
To do away with your decay
Either beat you to fast or kill you to pray
No more beer to sip, no more ashtrays
Plentiful, are those prostitutes on the highway
Human flesh, for wolves fell for prey
Human worth is a price we pay
Watch out what you do and say
Mind you! Time is past when all seem to last
The wrath of God was to come and came
Me, you or them, everybody is to blame
Love becomes some Poker game
Feelings have no mere names
Honesty gives you shame
Life gets utterly lame
A picture with no frame
Things, fake, no more the same.
Smiles, sore, strained, in pain.
People, beasts, horses never untamed
Truth, suffocating with being ashamed
Snowy ground, with cold blood stained
Then the wrath of God came
The Lord echoes to you His name, though in vain
Tells you to disembark that wrong train
Now it feels like it will forever rain
To wash up your filth, woe and strain.
Photo by Yassine Abouyaala
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