A black cloud on the horizon,
Rain may come, just surmising.
Need to keep myself together,
Strange times regardless of weather.
Won\'t be beat down or defeated,
Know the fools who wanted me deleted.
Feel things are coming around the corner right in my gut,
Not being led into temptation by a wicked and dirty slut.
Symbolism is everywhere but I\'m not Robert Langdon,
Trust no one and guard your soul is my internal anthem.
Grown weary on this planet and of other people\'s intentions,
What goes on behind some closed doors, I have my apprehensions.