Beware, I do not give blessings to terror
You have offended me in odes and letters
I make it rain! I make it rain!
I make it rain on whatever is froze.
The Good- You make it rain on a flower that is frozen
So that the new creature can inherent itself
Blessed sre those who do not perish in wealth.
An overflow like none other before
It pour for fourscore or more
So that it may rise and grow during shine
then it'll never live dry
Without thorns I can do nothing but serve and thank you-
Cursed are those,That I will restraint you
They have done you indignity
They have degraded others most of all, poorly themselves
Their cleaness will become filth, creating their own hell
Blessed are those who do not throw riches upon a face
It is now and then that you are a disgrace.
Beware, I do not give blessings to terror
You have offended me in odes and letters.
I make it rain! I make it rain!
I make it rain on whatevr is froze.
The Favorable- Not the illustrious and famous
even they know that, so they suffer to try and change it.
A statue looks down and points at you
Telling you to surrender to hear the voice of truth
Yeah, you have established my roots
With reign over the globe
comes massive restoration of souls
(You will fade in the moment of close
but you will not breathe in the moist of dire
I will give you new clothes
and so that you will aquire the fire.)
I have prospered in the garden of all yours,
with clearness from quench I will not slip on the floor
Child take my words because it is not what paper can do
even when you have haters
I will always have a saviour for you.
Beware, I am for the ancient and modern
It is I who gives blessings to the satisfied and povern
I make it rain! I make it rain!
I make it rain on whatever of my truth that is told
It is I who turns a flimsy heart into gold.
The Guardianship- I love you, too much to let you go far
Blessed are those not materialized
but are still my instrumental stars
I will always understand the things that you fear
You will offend me in the presence of the fortunate
the minute you taunt and you sneer.
Can't pray enough
I'll have kindness for ivy's and tulips
Can't say enough
because I remember when I was baffled and gruesome
It's not about halos and eternal wings
but just to carve you into everything
Blessed are those who do not know everything but are obedient
If I did not care you would not have air
Why of little faith do you gasp?
Child, let me precisely clear away your debris
Die not for nothin but for me.
Thanks for understanding the way you see
Peace
Beware, I am for the ancient and modern
It is I who gives blessings to the satisfied and povern
I make it rain! I make it rain!
I make it rain on whatevr of my truth that is told
It is I who turns the flimsy heart into gold.
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Submission Name: I Make It Rain!
