The storm

The storm waits to eat you and me

don’t you know that we’re all guilty

As the storm-tossed water breaks

make you pay for each mistake

The storm will eat you alive

pray to God you will survive

But you know that if you live

God will not you forgive

Done your evil sowed your seeds

now the harvest does you feed

Now that wind rips you apart

it will rip your evil heart

Need a saviour your luck’s spent

but in fear alone repent

Once that storm it has passed

then once more in evil bask