Bradley James Ryan - Tears of Zeus

Misery high above
As the atmospheric river streams
Apocalyptic revelations
Unsealed in rural daydreams
Our jetset leaders returning
With the tartan blueprints
For humanity's salvation scheme

Well 40 days and 40 nites
They all fell down at once
The sky she wept relentlessly
As the mountains bore the brunt
And could no longer contain
The rage they surely have been holding

Into the muddy cracks and murky pools
Bathing fern and rock
The whisper morphed into a roar
As the water starts to talk
While the memory of summers flame
And summers spark
Retreats into the distance

Horse and cattle scrambling
Fowl that failed to stay afloat
Farmers straddling their jet skis
Cowboys wrangling from their boats
Hoarse from all the hollering
Soaked from driving round the moat

Do you still need proof
That we're nothing more
Then dolls made from the makers clay
Who'll be left to count the score
When surely there comes the day
Well I'll take my chances and keep my prayers
To myself as quiet as the night
No longer trapped in tenses
Cause the future just passed right
Before our eyes
Yeah the future sadly has arrived

Yeah the wind
She blows you sideways
Even trees don't really know
Just how long they can hang on
As Zeus puts on the show
Of the century never ceasing
Autumns encore and fury unleashing
But there'll be more
Yeah there'll be more ya know

Shot from the collider
The withered leaves sail above their grave's
Farms sticking out like islands
Defiant shepherds choose to stay
The chopper coming to the rescue
Even the faithless begin to pray

Roaring with anger the rivers scorn
The builders magic feats
The flotsam and jetsam
Loitering above submerged fields and streets
Pushing on thru the labyrinth
Of dead trees and rotting meat

Rock to root is swept away
As the four wheeled coffins drift
Heroes clamouring thru the mud
Helping fate to shift
But some are not so lucky
Succumbing to tragedy's
Bruised and brutal kiss
Yeah

Do you still need Proof
That we're nothing more
Then dolls made from the makers clay
Who'll be left to count the score
When surely there comes the day
And I'll take my chances and keep my prayers
To myself as quiet as the night
No longer trapped in tenses
Cause the future just passed Right
Before our eyes

Written by:
Bradley Ryan

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