With

With the thunder crash And the pouring rain
A broken heart
Shall feel the pain

With lightning flash
Upon her eyes
He'll see right through
Her evil disguise

With thrashing slash
And thorned hedge
A torn man
'Tis on the edge

With forgotten trash
And worthless rubble
A denounced soul
Can cause no trouble

With hate and spite
Across the land
The damned will vanish
'Neath the sand

Patrick E. Erdner

"The SlickFly"

1988

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