Listen to the wind.
What does He say?
Does He whisper promises
Of another rainy day.
Watch the sky.
Are there clouds of smoke?
Does thunder rumble with
The lies that were spoke?
Taste the sweet poison.
Does She linger on your lips?
Does She tear you down?
Leace your soul in rips?
Smell the fragrant grass.
Does the dew wet your feet?
Is your submission waiting underground?
Is that where dirt and flesh finally meet?
