There was a relief in feeling the storms approach.

The thunder wearing it’s rainy broach.

It would pave the path and lead the way

to keep its inner demons at bay.

I don’t think that I need to clarify

that they were hung from trees, they were crucified.

They heard their song it was final.

They heard it on a broken vinyl.

People thought they were living a fantasy

but soon realized it was reality.