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
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