Storm Coming Down

Behold
The only pain greater
Than [?]
White Lord Jesus

There's a storm coming down
Like a storm coming down
Like another day, like a bird of prey
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White Lord Jesus
The Great Lord Jesus
The White Lord Jesus

Solely for him my soul bleeds
With broken teeth and reeds

Or for
Succubus chaffeur drives me insane
She's always baking my pain
With too many slugs and remains
Too many obvious games
Too many ugly refrains

Like
Like a storm coming down
Like a storm coming down
Like a train without rails
Like a cuntful of snails
Like
Like
Like twenty sacred yеars with plenty to come
Like
Likе a storm coming down
Like a storm coming down
Like a storm coming down