The storm is coming
building on the tears
accumulated on cities
and under counter deeds

There is nothing left to hide under
no shelter from the rain of your sins
proclaim your love of God
but we know all your sins

The storm is coming
across your accursed lands
where tyrants of greed
live their rancid gluttony

Oh sweet Jesus
let me tear them
limb by limb
and spit in their face

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris