Yes, Frank... You should be afraid.


Dark clouds hang like sin
Telling tales of men
Looks like rain again
To mark a fruitless end

Thunder sounds like dying
In hearts full of lying
Exhausted bones defying
Life's intent expiring

Onlookers can not cry
Elders don't wonder why
Umbrellas hide the eyes
That crave virtue to imply

Wicked wages are death
Darkness collects its debt
Demons revel in depth
Waiting for one last breath

Storm clouds weeping sin
Lamenting deeds of men
Feels like rain again
For my faithless friend...