She Rules From a Cloud- a blashemous tale of a woman
She supposes She smells like roses Ruling from a cloud She won't come down How does she see You and me from such a height? So we throw our trash and resentment towards her Out of all this built up spite- These people must be punished! She schemed And rained down brimstones to crumple all our dreams To quash these simple attempts of men To rise above what was given them- Angry gods, Ungrateful children Such brats all around Her wrath bathes the needy ground Heaven's tears come without sound- a hint of regret? I wouldn't count my chickens yet! This tempest inside I try and hide But I hate what I hate And I dislike this empty plate- But who am I against this disdainful eye from the sky?