apocalypse thoughts

What may follow this ugly rain?
when there's no strength or faith remained
when lies steal the rainbow's paintbrush
and this cosmic joke is about to crush.
Is this the beggining or the end of pain?
What may follow this ugly rain?

What about all those innocent children?
where will they find a place to be hidden?
Send down a cloud with an angel to guide them
so they won't be terryfied and frightened
So what if they are sinners to be?
Their will haven't been yet entirely free..
A second change for them never was given
What about all those innocent children?


I'm so jelous of You, who eternally last
fearless, inconcievable, almighty, vast
As long as I live, I'll always regret
for treating myself as a losing bet
Another repentance, forgiveness is rough
I'm not sure if regreting is good enough
My argument is my injustice past
I'm so jelous of You, who eternally last