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In the distance, I hear rumbling,
Like thunder, or a drum.
I can't tell how far away it is,
Or how soon it will come.
With the crackle of the closing clouds,
Comes a cleansing rain.
It washes away my every sin.
It rinses off my pain.
I sat down with God tonight,
He took his form in rye.
I looked at my creator's face.
I stared deep in His eyes.
The Lord said I had done him wrong.
He said that I had sinned.
I threw my head back and laughed.
The Devil in me grinned.
Well I looked God right in the eye,
And then, what I said next,
Really pissed Our Father off.
I knew I had him vexed.
"I have told so many lies,
There's no way you could know.
I like Hell's climate anyway.
And hey--
You should go."
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Define yourself or someone else will.
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