A catastrophe. A drought? The disappearance of law enforcement? No. People's thoughts falling from the sky. All the repressed feelings and desires, all the temptations we all have on a daily basis, a torrent of deepest secrets. What if the heavens became an outlet for all of that, and it rained chaos? Would it be the truth that gets to us in the end?
Those leading true lives, a bitch slap of ignorance
Those who fed the storm, they become relieved
Those who hit the bottle beforehand, well their desperation saved them this time
The children, they get a chance to learn the truth earlier than most
The poor, more incentive to complain to the government
The back ally drunks, they gain another reason to protect their alcohol from the sober
Corporate America, just another event to make money and take from the people
Blue Collar workers, more reasons to skip family night for a White Russian
Bartenders, well this would be a field day for them.
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