Neon Lady
I see a Neon Lady,
green rain from the clouds.
Yet she is pure evil,
this engraved upon her crown.
Six hundred million people,
into dust on scorched ground.
I see a Neon Lady,
green rain from the clouds.
I see a Neon Man,
bad rain from the clouds.
He's draped in red linen,
his evil death shroud.
He stands with a sickle,
Raving madly out loud.
I see a Neon Man,
bad rain from the cloud's.
I see the Ukraine,
where Patriots are falling.
I see many nations,
are waiting or talking.
The Earth turmoils in flames,
While millions are squalling.
I feel winds of change,
And Hear Freedom Calling.
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