It has started to rain in this bright world,
through the eyes of saints who watch their adepts.
They rain and rain without complaint or word,
folks own a storm of pain and lack affect.
It has began the storm of beastly hordes,
where lack of values seem part of a sect.
This group that elaborates ill rewards,
makes others follow and me to eject.
Some devils just want to see the world burn,
for folks are like a forrest of dry leaves.
It will light completely before you spurn,
be prepared for when they bring the receipts.
You ought to hurry up and chose your side,
I warn you to leave evilness aside.
