Somehow this crazy world, yet in its prime,
Has a complete lack of one of a kind,
Hear no, see no evil can be sublime,
Need to be free of the unison mind.
There's no way this is the world God designed,
It was once a place to be seen and awed,
Where's the potential for what He divined,
How did it come to be so very odd?
I've heard people say the rain's the tears of God,
Pouring down, drenching us with His sadness,
If He's real and can see through our facade,
He's got little reason for happiness.
I welcome the rain cleansing this darkness,
Start fresh, return us to a blank canvas,
Do away with this world filled with falseness,
And return to a world that is ageless.
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