The Storm

With salivating psyches

The Seven start to swarm

Anticipating gluttony with the coming of the storm

(The coming of the storm)

If gluttony were a virtue

The Seven would be saints

For the glory of the valley

They have come to surely taint

(Who is this Shirley Taint?)

With pail and lasso quick at hand

They stalk and set to pounce

While slobbering in their greed

The savory tension mounts

(The savory tension mounts)

As the rainbow rises

With color rich and true

They gaze in wide-eyed wonder

At the vibrance of each hue

The vibrance of each hue

Leaping forward with the cunning

Of fox on simple prey

Flinging lassos in the air but the colors drop away

(The colors drop away)

(The colors drop away)

Sordid lines keep snapping backwards

Clashing with their hopes

Dumbfounded wretched writhing

As they tangle in their ropes

And came a mighty flood

Of the colors they desired

For the rainbow and the flowers

Of the valley had conspired

Revelations often come

When struggling not to sink

That when the meek unite

They aren't helpless a one may think

Drowning in the colors they had come to steal

The valiant persecuted served a devastating meal

No one in the valley, no one in the valley

No one in the valley weep for them