A thunderstorm hangs above the town
Blue and grey clouds hover warningly
Visiting famous buildings
Shaking the foundations of history.
"I am nothing,
I am everything"
A constant juxtaposition
"Fuck you"
It don't want to talk to nobody
But it has to go to work
It must rain. It must pour.
Or blow away. Onto to another town.
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