When the world waited to fade away, a beam of light shined the dawn of day,
The cycle wasn't right and the tides were hurt on pride, but they were alright until the water had risen.
The trees branches snapped, tornados and thunder reigned the earth,
I didn't believe it was happening until I looked out my window.
The neighborhood didn't look right and the roads were torn, yet my chevelle remainded unattained.
I like distractions and natural diasters, but why would I ask for this? I know I've been pissed and my hearts turned rancid,but this reality is hard to address.
