Gray

The heavens open up above you thus...
No one else can see the light;
No one else recognizes your authority,
We comply anyway, halfheartedly,
Hoping that in doing so we might
Avoid making hell open up beneath our feet and swallow us.

So instead of raining out our deluge of words,
We choose to go the way of Britain's skies,
Only every so often letting a few drops of tension go.
Really more disheartening it is in doing so,
Because though you meanwhile may feel immune to the tides,
Everyone would rather endure the skies turning black to see the blue afterwards.
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