A whirlwind, a derecho of such destruction,
But in that quake, such realization;
Come at our small County and reap heavenly hell?
Bring salvation, then show and tell?
What is real when you let loose the beast?
Just proud men as failures, licking the yeast;
You can't grow, never be a part of ever-change,
And the losers always remain.
Time is a curious thing. Something that you can't rearrange,
And it takes a toll, deep within the membrane,
We all need redemption, a man-made endeavor,
But at the end some falsified lover.
