The skies burn red as the flames arise
The black clouds fly which is to no surprise
The dead have fallen beneath the ground
Only to be found by some pesky hound
The flames roar with laughter of the devil
The sky is ready to cry to clean off the shovel
The rain begins to fall slowly
As the world is lonely
The world is full of pain
This is impossible to disclaim
For it is true in every way
Some day we will all have to pay-
May 19, 2011
May 19, 2011 at 6:04 PM UTC
The skies burn red as the flames arise
The black clouds fly which is to no surprise
The dead have fallen beneath the ground
Only to be found by some pesky hound
The flames roar with laughter of the devil
The sky is ready to cry to clean off the shovel
The rain begins to fall slowly
As the world is lonely
The world is full of pain
This is impossible to disclaim
For it is true in every way
Some day we will all have to pay-
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