Dear Gray Skies

We joyfully inform the World
The starving Artist is not dead
Our skies are growing grayer
As the whole World is crying for Paris
We came down from the Eiffel Tower
To find a World dying for Peace
God help us all on this Earth
Be our Loving and Generous glue,
Our guide to kindred compassion
In eternal Life, where are the terrorists?
Let’s take away the power of evil
We are freedom-ringing individuals,
And we can rightfully flaunt this freedom
While we behead violence and hatred
One by one, weighing each and every heart,
The Kind and Loving Lord will prevail
When the starving Artist rises from the dead

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