It’s Always Hurricane Season Now
The gates are thrown open!
Wipe that sneer off your face
Surrender to the thundering God
Or I His prophet will so help me do it for you
You just didn’t want to see what you’ve always known
You are welcome here whatever your sins and wicked ways
If you will but open your eyes and See
Pitch a tent with us on this sacred land and
Live as you were wrought from stone and flame
Raise your arms to the heavens and stand afore the hurricane
August 27, 2025
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