"Bring on the rain, if you feel
you must. I stopped believing
in you a long time ago. The monster
is you, not me the mere mortal
in your pittiful little book. Walk away,
if you can't keep an open mind!
Be someone decent if you're going to
have them all call you 'God', especially
when you don't deserve it,
in your bitter haste to judge us all.
No longer the apples in your own eye,
so bring on the rain, if you feel
you must! It would be such a sweet
lullaby at your own final night! You
don't deserve to reign if you
can't take a little rain."

Screams
the ******* the street corner known
for singing the lonely ballad of the forgotten
to all who dare walk by. What happened to you,
my fallen angel and when did anyone get the idea
it was alright to trample the flower just
because she was small enough
to be forgotten
again...