Free the Rain Proves Satan Reigns Supreme

THE RAIN PROVES SATAN REIGNS SUPREME Okay dude, you say that nothing much matters Yeah, well I’ve got that engrained in my brain But it’s all about the leaves the wind scatters And the god damned pouring rain Shoot, what the hell do I do when the voice of a cyclone calls? With hailstones as big as Beelzebub’s balls I don’t have an umbrella or shelter to run under Oh hell, now here comes the freaking thunder Yeah lightening might be frightening as the specter of death But Beelzebub has bequeathed to the begotten my breath So let his balls freeze in the middle of the hell he has wrought And I’ll stay here threatened by the hurricane in which I am caught So screw Satan and the situation of which he has conceived The rain, the hail and this hell in the middle of nowhere Hopefully I will be the corpse while no one is bereaved So shove this storm right up Satan’s rear © 2012…copyright PHREEPOETREE...~free cee!~