White Rain
you try to cry in tune in your room
but the tears have ears
and they hear so clearly that you
might right the wrong in your heart
due to the art of pain
that drives you insane
you pin the sin on the wall in the hall
to show the lowly and singe the wings of the end
be born again
one day the pain will regain it's strenght
and i will not hold the mold that holds you together
the end will consume us all
it looms over the broken world it tried to protect
from the mend to the end and again it
comes with pain that will stain
the white rain that shames all
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