It’s Raining Blood

It’s Raining Blood

It’s raining blood on wicked heads,

For every lie their voices spread.

The blood falls, like a red stream,

payback for shattering innocents dreams.

Bring justice to the storm-filled skies,

To cleanse the earth where badness lies.

The wicked cower, their power drains,

Drenched in the weight of their own stains.

It’s raining blood, yet the earth shall heal,

The wicked fall beneath the wheel.

For all their sins, the skies have bled,

It’s raining blood on wicked heads.