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[G.I.L.E.S.]

Sweet Rain
Beautiful rain all on its own
Falls from the Heavens descendant one to the throne
Its "pitter-patter" makes the city scatter
It's clouds shroud suns as if it's shine doesn't matter
the tyrannical reign of rain pains my pane until it erodes away
Only to return another day
Returning harder, colder than before
I guess there is no calm to this "sweet" storm

I've been around many who claim to love him
saying that nothing comes above him
while "The King" floods them
pouring his wrath onto a town
where 700 people drowned
his princess he called her
Katrina would maul her way through the city without any stalls
I saw it all...
A true king would never harm us this way

New Orleans, Louisiana