The clouds are gathering...
Congregating in the sky
Our fate to decide
Blood and grime to rain
Just so they can sit and reign
The clouds are gathering...
Becoming darker by the day
Dancing to the music of death and decay
Ready to rain down chaos and cataclysm
Just for their self-serving reason
The clouds have gathered...
Pregnant with evil inside of them
Though they promise to bear gems
The smell in the air is hardly of rain
As it is of the putrid stench of rotten grain
The clouds have gathered...
Our hearts are numb with fear
Because the rainy days have drawn near
And we do not want umbrellas for dwellings
Nor do we want brooms to fight the flooding
The clouds have gathered...
And now our future is wobbling on a foot
But hand in hand and boot to boot
We will stay and fight the looming flood
And protect our future even with our blood
Written by Jerry Okooboh (O'Jerry)
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