Cloudy
Sometimes from deep inside the mind of madness
I see visions that brings forth such sadness.
Of things that maybe.
Cloudy are the things I see
A world gone mad
So sad
Are the people I see
Freedom no longer be,
The fire falls from the sky
And how the people cry
Day and night look one and the same
To whom shall we lay blame
Too late,
Mankind have sealed their fate
Heaven and hell have opened the gate
All seems lost
Food comes too high of a cost
Mankind will fight
Just for a bite
To survive in the forever night
Fear rules the land
From what I understand
All look the same, the people I see
All the dirty faces that be.
Hiding from what I can't tell
But it doesn't appear to be going all that well.
Don't understand the voices I hear
But it puts into those hidden , great fear
This is what I see.
The things that may come to be
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