the #VèxING SùÑ by sir Hills

D' VEXING SùN Standing in the middle of my shadow With raindrops falling from above All i feel is heat from the sun A beam of light then a storm Oh! My God... That was strikening,yes that was lightening. Now in a confused state Where do i go from here When within my roof am all soaked.... I wish i was cold What a dying wind,like sir m' would say. Well,i think the wind is just dead Now looking up to the choking cloud Just as the sergent burns the bushes Whose gona save our cloud How long will she continue to weep Now the sun is angry Staring at me Even when i tried explaining He doesn't wanna listen, What a harsh weather i complained Now i suffer the sin of the sergent That was burning the bushes even in the middle of the rain Please stop this shit, Stop the global warming The sun is vexing We are getting closer to hell The earth is all we've got.... I pray the cloud is not sick,cos the wind is already dead,the sun is too cold to bear the heat from the crying cloud. All rights reserved under international copyright law.contents may not be reproduced in whole or in part without the express written permission of Adamnest Publishing