oh, man, is this thing on, i say after a yawn, after the break of dawn, light on the lawn and the sun is rising, done hiding, now its shining bright, as the clouds obscure making the day night, right, and its getting cold, not warming, as the hearts call out forelorning, wishing for a morning without mourning, and no drones there swarming, warning among the fight, light is fading into the night, and the clouds tell you there will only be a short evening, then nobody will be seeing, some fleeing, some sleeping, creeping and peeping some thinking on Yaw, 144,000 strong, right, look in the darkness, lights, calling out why, as they are astounded, by the travesty around them, as they hit send on the streets crying, out, oh yaw, why us, and me, please bother and save your people, can you see the gnashing of teeth, please father, this we pray to the end, i bow my head and say, amen.
