Even Heaven Cries!!

Forsaken, unlearned, vengeful seething in pain There's a Lover in the sky He has lots to complain He cries, He mourns The treachery makes Him insane Wrathful distraught every now and again Hoping against hope Looks down at what became A canvas He painted blue now bears a dark stain What had been the hands that once joined in His name Are butchering the herds torching shelters to flames On the edge of grief now lie His shattered remains He started with the sacred they turned it to profane And Now.... He blows, He strikes He whelms in His domain Destroy as He might still not to be blamed The Day has come when every emotion has drained I call It His tears.... You call It the Rain....