-it's a storm- I thought to myself
-a powerful wind, with a storm in tow
-it rages- I thought to myself
-a tempest, ready to blow-
In a world gone mad we crave love
The desire to live and taste life
Raw
Undiluted life
When blood flows freely and the wolves tear at flesh
The lovers want to fall
Before they perish
To taste a kiss
To make love
To scream in ecstasy
Before he comes
The grim reaper
At our doorstep
Rap rap rapping
Saying it's time to go
When terror prevails and justice is blind
When the criminal is king
And the innocent lie dead
The lovers want a taste of life
Before it's gone
And it is too late
A house will be rubble
Money lost in the wind
Things that we hoard
Naught will remain
When water is scarce
For what will you thirst?
When you toil at your desk
What have you really earned?
The lovers just want a place
A look
A touch
A kiss
A taste
Of life!
Before it's too late
South west means a lot, I know...
But...
A Nor'easter is a storm
Raw passion you know...
Unleash it
Feel it
Let it run amuck
Fall into it
Let it break you
Accept it
Let go
"The wound is where the light enters"
Said Rumi, you know...
In a world gone mad
The lovers are sane
In a world at war
Make love, not hate
SouthWest is a dream
A desire
A need
NorthEast is the passion
That will get you there-
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SouthWest :P
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